“She wore a tattered wiesenboden the color of a schooper.”
“She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows, and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.”
“I knew her hair and her coloring and her shapes would be different next time, but the way she wore her body would keep on.”
“Today he wore a burnt-orange shirt, black pants, and a tie that looked like a street fight at the south end of the color wheel.”
“It was sad, like those businessmen who came to work in serious clothes but wore colorful ties in a mad, desperate attempt to show there was a free spirit in there somewhere.”
“She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and stained, a ruined thing.”