Xanthophobia

Zanthoxylum shrubs with clustered yellow flowers, Yolks of eggs and yellow jackets make her want to scream. Xanthophobia ensnares her. It is sickening Wakening to an aureate dawn’s bright rays. Vehemently she shakes! Ubiquitous are sunny days; she much prefers the clouds. They keep her safe from light and her anxiety at bay. Secluded in her rose pink room, she stays inside, Rarely venturing outside except at eventide. Quick is she to greet fast-falling snow. Pedestrians abandon streets. Then she likes to go Out to see the colored world buried in tranquility, Nauseated she becomes just seeing people eat Macaroni’s yellowish cheese, all things buttery, Lemon cakes, bananas, mustard. It is a feat Keeping herself calm. Sometimes she panics. Jaundiced skin can do her in. In many cases, she turns to Xanex. Hideous to her is this disease, Growing, never slowing. Even therapy Fails to help. Whatever can she do? Emotionally frazzled, living with unease when Dandelions, daisies or ducks come into view. Corn, baby chicks, and girls that she has seen Bleached a brilliant bombshell blonde so bold! All of it - florescent dreams - are nightmares laced in gold. For the First Ever ZYX Contest sponsored by John Lawless