Grey
Grey is unassuming, under recognized, and unknowingly overused
Grey is what there is when there is nothing really at all, not even blankness.
Grey is what you are then you’re trying not to think.
About it, then, them.
Grey seeps into your veins and muddles your blood and your thoughts
Grey is the sudden weight in your chest when you remember what you were trying so hard not to.
It, Then, Them
Grey is the taste on your tongue when your mouth is too dry to make a noise, and the weight that makes you drag your feet when you fail to speak
About it, back then, to them.
Grey is the numb you cling to, before you’re really awake, really asleep, or dead on your feet.
Grey is a virus, insidious and contagious.
Grey is unassuming, under recognized, and unknowingly always used.