Pollination

The perfect copulation, which turned out to be destructive in the end, powerful in the beginning. They were the perfect unit, he was red because he was always angry and mad, she was yellow, she brought light in his dark. In each other’s back, they carried their own baggage, she learnt to let hers go but he didn’t know how to do that. He was polluted.

He consumed her, she filled him and even in his angry state he still felt happy with her but when the tables turned, in his absence she was no longer the happy girl they all knew and loved, she was something else, something she didn’t understand.

Pollution starts slow, and when ignored, it becomes something that can no longer be fixed. And if it can be fixed, it will take an even longer time to clear all the clutter. They had babies, in their imperfect world spilling green, black on their empty canvas, becoming a beautifully complicated piece of art. Bringing pollution like life into this masterpiece.