Colour Blind
When the struggle ceased with an audible splash, like a stomach gurgling from the spasms of emptiness, my hands were dripping green while everything else was still.
I can fix this
I have no idea how long I’ve been here, (forever?) I can’t even remember the last time I stood up. The peeling, dark walls and the yellow light bulb are my only reality; (was there ever another one?) sturdy, unwavering, so unlike my metamorphic body.