Synesthesia | Teen Ink

Synesthesia

September 28, 2023
By Anonymous

At the edge of silver there is the blue lake. 

I sit at the peer,

watching the water.


I watch my reflection.

The broken mirror of myself,

Staring back at me.


As I watch,

The sky slowly changes.


It fades from blue,

to gray,

to orange,

to pink,

to yellow,

to purple,

and finally dark.



Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.