The Deepest Blues are Black

Her nail polish was a deepest shade of blue. She needed to let the color say things about her she was too brave to say. It weathered on her toes in the wind as she felt her mind weathering beneath gazes, words, glimpses. She tried to turn to the sun and throw light on the blue lacquer, but the darkness lingered, ensnaring her in this struggle that lasted as long as she could remember. Then one day she ended it- her resistance, her everything, was over.

Because in her heart was a blue so deep, it may have been black.