Branham has “never been scared of death,” he says, as he chokes back tears. “It don’t bother me a bit. It’s just not seeing my kids grow up. But if I had it to do over I would do it again, if that’s what it took to provide for my family as long as I have.”
I’ve been many colors. A calm blue that’s a reminder of when rain didn’t feel like the sky was crying over an argument between the moon and the sun. An ashy gray, I’m still smoking cigarettes to burn the void into black lungs, these are the words I’ll sing for you. A romantic pale coral, somewhere between these words– your lips still kiss me. A cringe worthy black, the nights shine brightest when I look back. My personal favorite? A passionate red dripping like lipstick that melts onto necks that bend when we feel anxious. I’m as colorless as I am colorful.