Floods of travesty confronting her fear of blue flowed into the cracks of her lips. Dry from not retaining the blue water that was him. She often equated him to the blue that highlighted his cheekbones. The hint of blue she saw around the edges of his pupils, dilated in her presence.She once smelled a deeper blue that seeped off his pores into her own. Looking up became a taboo, for blue skies were a montage of his expressions..that spoke to her vulnerability. “B-LU-E” being exhaled from her lips created a sharp rigidness in her tongue. So she does not speak of this.