The Color Yellow In a room awash with golden spew, Lived a girl with a penchant for yellow's view, Her name was Luna, a teenager bold, But now her world was veiled in a mystery untold. A morning sun painted the walls in bright, As Luna awoke from a curious night, A whisper of memory flickered in her mind, Like shadows dancing, elusive, undefined. Simile could not grasp the strangeness that loomed, Like a puzzle incomplete, a tale half-consumed, Luna stood in the kitchen, a hesitant glance, Toward the fridge, where an anomaly did give a chance. Luna's mind was a maze, With corridors twisted, in a curious daze, And within her thoughts, a tangled thread, Attempting to unravel the night's dread. A chilling sigh, a secret to bestow, As Luna approached with hesitant grace, A separate head greeted her, a morbid embrace. Meds might declare Luna's shock, As she beheld the head, a surreal block, Of disbelief and shock, her senses reeled, In a nightmare so totally real, her fate sealed. symmetry wove a tapestry of disarray, Luna's world in dissonance, colors astray, The golden glow now tinged with shadow's dread, As she grappled with the head. As she struggled to recall, her mind oppressed, By fragments of a memory, fractured and blurred, In a room where yellow's warmth was curd. In a fridge of an separate head, where wrong met right, A teenage girl with a scream so grim, In search of answers, her chances slim. Dead End
