• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 12
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Slapped

The city went pink to the news,
the colour of a phone call slapped
across cheeks.
There was no point looking
out of windows or walking
down roads or through woods.
or buying new clothes or waiting
for the leaves to return or asking
strangers what their names were.
Pink. Pink. Pink.
Why read when the story has changed
forever? Nothing can be
the way it was because now it is pink.
Food shopping is easier when everything
tastes the same: a packet of crisps
in a pink car in a pink country
on a pink sofa next to a face of pink tears
pretending its cup of tea is still brown.

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