Purple
Purple tights that fit, which
seemed such a splurge, but
no longer feel a luxury,
a bared legged necessity.
Purple the bruise on her breast,
that on closer inspection,
is not a contusion,
but a tie dye related accident.
Purple the altar cloth,
the amethyst, the silk bag
wrapping her oracular tools,
paraphernalia of a priestess.
Purple in the Pride flag,
symbolising spirit, once reserved
for monarchs and emperors, from
boiled down Phoenician sea snails.
Purple a little indulgence,
regal wrapper for chocolate,
that I nibble, plotting shenanigans
for when I am older and only wear…
Purple.
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