finally some violence in her eyes red
shimmers
No no
its
going out going out
a
spark
only a spark
now cooled
now gone
-- Are you really that unaffected
-- It hurts
but
isnt it said often that the truth hurts
he supposed his rudeness was an attempt to . . . to
vivify to vitalise her his friend
bring her around
he was rude but he was looking for colour
shed
look so good in colour
like a slapped cheek
a
gentle bruise
he called her drab
accused her
and while hurt by the
accusation
she
was unable to refute it
not unwilling
unable
it was true
she was honest
straitlaced
one
to have your back in a fight
but drab
like
camouflage
inconspicuous
mundane
without
spice
lukewarm
unflappable
she was probably going to live a long
long time
though not that anyone would notice
survive like a mushroom or a
slug
one
of millions of fallen leaves from autumn trees untouched by tinge or
colour
expressionless
gone dull brown
and fell
and fell
plummeted
that didnt curl in the air
dance with the wind
or fall on someones face hide the sun from their eyes and then peered through
laceworked
networked
pinholed
by mites
a
brilliant scarlet or yellow mask
a
fan
a
friend
a
peekaboo or playmate
but beyond
unfurling
unseen on
the ground
pierced by blades of grass
from a copse
drab
her exception
their bond and friendship
he always
had noticed her
1341, Thursday,
20 11. 14
