Black & White

Pain is black.
It sounds like sirens on a fire truck screeching down your street...at 2am.
It feels like menstrual cramps on the first date…with the boyfriend’s mom.
It tastes like morning breath, after a night of nachos and ice cream…with the new husband.
It smells like a sewage leak on a bun...in a school locker.
It looks like a shiny new car…with a cracked windshield.
My favorite color is white.