shakespeare
ze stuck zes hand through the dirt, the soil cool around zes fingers. ze wiggled them gently, sluggishly, feeling the bits of dirt cling to zes skin. when ze pulled zes hand from the dirt, the specs of rock, different substances, sparkled under the sun. zes hand became a museum of minerals and the earth in zes hand sucked in a deep breath.
her aura was blue. sad, dejected, sullen in her attire (she didn't smile that day);
her aura was green. lighthearted yet begrudgingly greedy (her lips tugged and bit at my own);
her aura was yellow (i covered my eyes so as not to be blinded by her beauty);
her aura was purple (tears sprinkled the ground she walked on when she gave and gave and gave everything she had to those with nothing but a beating heart);
her aura was red (that day the waters boiled and burned anyone who dared to swim)
her aura was mingled with mine (all colors of every shade, but especially pink when her hand touched mine)