Spirulina

Every color has an aura
A feeling evoked by its intrinsic hue.
Green is the color of life,
Green things grow.
I used green once
To change my circumstance.
I waited for the induction
With a mysterious calm
Only known by the sea,
The home of my poison.
Not even Fibonacci’s numbers
Can explain this spiral
Except that the pain is exponential.
At seven weeks, five days
We parted ways
And like the unreturning tide
The moon had failed me.