Purple is

Purple is

the color

of my outfit today,

from my necklace

to my shirt,

to my underclothing

all the way down

the socks that cover my feet.

It is a hue of purple

that stings in the form

of a bruise

its origin and cause unknown.

It is the color of the sheets

I curl under at night

after a day of being out in the cold.

It is the color beneath my eyes

that alerts me that the night before

was a restless one

and perhaps why

I cannot remember

how I got that hideous

thumbnail size shade of purple

hidden beneath my

purple pants.

My bruise helped stimulate some different perceptions of color. Our bodies undergo many transformations in order to heal, yet the colors that appear are almost sickeningly beautiful and contrast nicely to our psychological feelings toward these colors. Funny how a fresh wound glows the same red that tinges our Valentine’s day cards and cartoon hearts, while purple is statistically proven as the most uncomfortable color for people to associate with for long periods of time and generates insanity in some, but in a bruise is a good sign of healing. A sickly green tinge means that a bruise is close to being completely healed and will eventually fade, but the same color that appears on the face or skin as a mass can signify late stages of cancer or liver disease that are oftentimes incurable and fatal.