All the Colors of the World

It was not until my own recent brush with the pavement that I started taking my friends' bike accidents seriously, and thought to heed their sage advice about helmet-wearing. The monstrous bruise I acquired from my pathetic encounter with a pothole has morphed from a rosy bluish hue, to the darker shades of magenta and royal purple, on into a speckled sea green and demon red. I suspect that soon I will be plagued with that sickly yellow that once curled its way around J. Alfred Prufrock's diseased city.