All the shades of blue

Colour is something we can associate with things that are often too hard to express in any other way.

My lips turned blue
when I couldn't breathe,
oxygen stolen from
my lungs by the force
of his rage.
they matched the pattern
on the sterile walls
of the room I woke up in
blue for calm, blue for peace
blue bruises on white skin.

I remember floating
on a flowing sea of blue
watching over the shoulder
of a blue shirt turning red
swirls of rust in a bright blue sky
my blood on his hands
as he chanted "breathe, breathe"
and I screamed, unheard,
until my lips turned blue
and the world faded to black.