A poem for the second writing prompt. It turns into semi-sadstuck halfway through.

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2: Colors

In my eyes,

Cherries are blood

Knights, time and Nakkodiles

Licorice is a classy suit

Can't unsmell it anymore

Printed at my brain's core

I dreamed in honey-gold

Opposed by sour grapes

Sky, glaze, lime and creamsicle cold

Saved us for interspieces' sakes

Graceful apple and clever orange

Of quadrants, surely no shortage

Then the world exploded in light

The Sylph in blue, hands to the head

I can't resist him, even with all of my might

How can a rainbow of flavors be this bad?

Fire smells like cherries nor ice cream

Oh, how I wish this pain was a dream

Where are you,

My fairy of blueberry?

We're wandering without a clue

In these bubbles, alone and wary

I've got no blood on my shirt, no cane in my flesh

But it's you I'm looking for, somewhere in this mess