I dreamed I was a lipstick shade named after a storm

I was a deep, bruised violet with a hint of silver — not quite red, not quite black. People kept asking me to 'be more dramatic,' but I just wanted to be seen as I was. Then the sky cracked open and I melted into the rain, and suddenly everyone was wearing me like they’d been waiting for a name they didn’t know they needed. Woke up with my lips dry and my heart full of static.