Black is the color that is no color at all.
Black is the color of a child’s still, empty bedroom. The heaviest hour of the night-the one that traps you in your bunk, suffocating in another nightmare. It is a uniform stretched over the broad shoulders of an angry young man. Black is the mud, the lidless eye watching you every breath, the low vibrations of the fence that streches up to tear the sky.
It is a road. A forgotten night sky broken up by faded stars.
It is the barrel of a new gun, leveled at your heart.
The color of Chubs’s hair,