imagine turquoise swimming towards you at thirty thousand miles per hour. the light will flicker in out in out like candlelight licking the lips of a glass container. don’t be afraid. turquoise like water, turquoise like fingernail polish, turquoise like fucking fuck fuck on a saturday morning. turquoise is the color of “good morning” and “how are you?” and it’s also the color of “we should just be friends” and “i don’t want to speak anymore” and “you’re a terrible person”. turquoise is the sound a train makes and turquoise is the smell of public restrooms. turquoise swimming at you. turquoise taking a cigarette break at three in the morning. turquoise tickling your toes and then ripping out your guts. turquoise licking your lips. turquoise down your throat like a bottle of, no, turquoise down your throat like words you know are ugly. you’ll say them anyway. turquoise spat onto pavement. turquoise into my lungs.  turquoise into the blackness that comes when you say goodnight. turquoise into grey.

you need to relax.