//White Lie//

I was already seeing red.

Your hair, the walls, the inside of my head - all red.


I was taken from the early morning.

Barely 20 years then and you threw me

on to my own tranquility

like I was your old pillow.


I was held down.

Too faint to fight, you kept me

like a butterfly in a bell jar.


I was alone.

Paisley dress in the corner,

candles blown out,

gasping -

seeing red but wanting white.

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