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The Student Voice of Forest Hills Central

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The Student Voice of Forest Hills Central

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Musings of a pessimistic idealist: the art of not telling you

Saniya Mishra
Here, a memory unfolds, hidden by my missing words: a story incomplete, bleeding from behind a muted cover.

I am in love with the color of a dark wine.

The passionate hue—it’s elegant and reformed with an edge of cruelty and cunning malevolence that swims in circles, like eagles around a helpless prey. The shade is calculated, but you wouldn’t ever know, for it masks itself with the pearly off-white and mellow black. Tied in posed suits and sweeping gowns, it sighs patiently in the faint glow of a ballroom’s elaborately lit decor whose glass shards glisten with dazzling winks, almost as charming as those of the opulent beads clamored to not-slender-enough fingers of not-perfect-enough persons dancing to a perfect night, toasting to a perfect night, both endlessly eluding them, nonetheless. 

It is the sly crescent of the blood moon, shy to dance in the pure starlight. Rather, it taps alone in short shuffles masked by the night’s curtain veiling it from its bold love, merely radiating with relentless passion in quiet passing. 

It is the sly crescent of the blood moon, shy to dance in the pure starlight.

But, in the shadows of this elegant color lurks a savagery more reckless than the other woman is heartbroken. In the shadows, cruel spirits barter victim for victim, intoxicating each of them into drunkards with yet less regard for the precarious balance of pearly off-white and mellow black that topple off into the latter all too often.  

I’ve drowned in a devouring rivalry with the color of a violent sorrow. 

The tired hue—it’s exhausted of its former passions, weary of the heartache, drained into a muted corpse of all she once hoped for that she has since shamefully relinquished without the fury that once consumed her. The shade is longing, trapped. Tied to discarded canvases, at last given love out of desperation for a fraction of a new reality yet tangled in a profusion of reminders of the old. 

It is the quiet light of the lone star, unsure if she has reason to not slip away and submerge in the dark, releasing her every passion of the dark wine to be forgotten by their own producer.

I am whisked this way and that in the changing wind. That of the dark wine and that of the violent sorrow. 

I will forever paint boldly these words across the sky. Drag my brushes through every vibrant color and tickle every surface with their unforgiving hues. Yet, never—not once, not for any reason nor influence—would I dare whisper the names of the true colors. 

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About the Contributor
Saniya Mishra, Copy-Editing Manager
Saniya Mishra is a senior, writing for her third and final year on staff, busied by her many passions. She is an artist who cares deeply about the world. But there's one love she especially enjoys, loses herself in completely, only to resurface with a newfound perspective and a couple hundred words vomited on a Google Doc. Ever since third grade, she's fallen head over heels for writing. It is her escape. It is her adventure. It is her everything. Favorite writers: Ruta Sepetys, Amanda Gorman Favorite books: 1984 by George Orwell, Salt to the Sea Ruta Sepetys, I'll Give You The Sun Jandy Nelson, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes by Suzanne Collins Favorite colors: maroon, emerald, navy blue, lavender Favorite songs: "hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me" by Lana Del Rey, "Can I Call You Tonight?"  by Dayglow, and "Growing Sideways" by Noah Kahan

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