Don't use purple prose.

Follow the negating factor in usage of a certain color the same livery as a violet flower of writing words evoking meaning about pretend people.

You can express the point in one sentence!

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An example

Mandy had chocolate brown tresses coursing down a sweater with tangled threads. She drank coffee, nearly always bitter with a hint of sweet— it pleased her tastebuds anyway. Pear perfume infused her hair, it held such magnetism her gait alone could attract the most beautiful of men— trailing behind her like an army of ducklings to their mother.

She reached for her coffee mug, careful of her constant clumsiness, and grabbed the mug towards her chest. It was sweltering, magma hot as if it was taken from my Vesuvius's chamber itself, and melting in waterfalls against her shirt. She wiped a droplet of coffee against her cloth, the burning encapsulating her heart within it.

Don't burn yourself, Mandy said to herself. She had a tendency to do that a lot, talk to herself out loud, and remind herself of the craziness which overruled her household.

Suddenly a buzzing like an army of yellow jackets, flowing through the blue atmosphere and stopping at her soft taffy ears. Mandy put the mug down on a coaster with the London bridge imprinted across the shiny skin. She located the suspect: her phone. Without another whisper, she grabbed her iPhone (the newest model, the iPhone X, which is totally a bargain) and pressed it to her ear.

"Hello!" She said too excitedly, berating herself soon after for her overexcited this, baby blue blues encasing her entire body. She couldn't believe herself— how could she say a greeting so awkwardly? It reminded her of her schooldays when her days were long and full of sepia light, and her body wasn't so gaunt to the point where a bone could stick through her shirts.

"You're not making any sense writing this, especially at midnight."

Brevity is a finely sharpened sword.