She Wrote in Rainbows [Story #22]

Continuing my series. This is definitely more of a poem than a story... 



Today I will write in rainbows, she said, and took out her white pen.

All the colors filled the page and she began thinking of reds first, writing about poppies in the ditches and the strawberries on the vine. She wrote about the blood under her skin and raw chunks of meat.

She drifted into orange, as a cloud at sunset. Writing fire and tangerines. She saw faces, tanned by sunshine, turning jaundiced as her mind shift...