By Anonymous
They were watching, they were always watching. She mused with a hint of irony in her thoughts as she watched those tremendous big eyes blinking back at her. She had been put into an asylum however, nobody knew why. As far as they could tell she was perfectly sane. The opposite of insane to be exact. The colors, she could feel them, taste them, wending their way through each fractured soul. They had called her insane and tossed her in here, but she didn’t think that she was insane. In fact, she reckoned she was the sanest person in here. Then, suddenly her eyes rolled back, her body stiffened, her hands clenched, and she saw it. The colors, bleeding into each other. Yellow, a quick burst of light and sound, tinkling laughter followed. Red, burst into stars, they flickered against her eyelids, pure white as snow, green waves crashed and boomed against the rocks. The steep jagged cliffs cut out of darkness that drifted away in the gloom. Pink, fractured into shards of luminous light that seeped into Purple. Purple flowed like ink as it dripped down marble, settling in silence in the murky depths. She saw Blue, wails of sirens cut through her ears as the thickness of the smog pressed into her. She heard muffled voices as she saw Black, an avenging angel cocooned in the silky warmth of the madness of sanity. She saw White, the ghostly skeletal form swathed in a crimson haze as it extended a hand offering solace and reprieve from all that she had to endure. She declined and as she opened her eyes she finally saw it. She gasped, her body jolted as it cut through her like a hot knife through butter, soft on the outside, harsh on the inside. She clawed desperately trying to free herself from the confines of reality. Sharp pain splintered up her body forcing her down. Her eyes snapped open revealing pure White. She was glowing from within, a warm brilliant Yellow light, haloing her form, rendering her ethereal to those that looked upon her. Safe in the knowledge of their sane insanity.
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