Yellow

Yellow is the colour of poison.
It is the cancer of colours, slowly infecting.
Terminal patients feel it slide through their veins
Breaking them down
Taking over their systems.
Yellow is rancid, stinging, bubbling.
It lurks inside a witch’s cauldron
And inside the used needle a toddler trod on.
Yellow knows no mercy.
It is a bad tempered, spiteful colour
Plotting to cause migraines
Scheming to burst out of an infection.
Yellow sees no point in other colours
It longs to be dominant
To be the only one.
Or at least, the strongest.
Yellow is bitter
Hard done by, and holds many grudges.
It uses its natural brightness to maim
Stealing our vision, bedazzling our senses.
Yellow is sickness.
It thrives on supremacy.