(For the darkness topic please 🙂
she walks under a mirror sky. the stars are streetlights, but a few bulbs need changing. on a good day the sky reflects her moods, blue… bruised… my uniform was blue before I was happy, then while I was happy it was white. a clean slate… a blank page… a canvas. people scribbled on my happiness on the last day, signing their names, leaving their marks on her. wishing us “good luck” with my “future”. but our future wasn’t white anymore; it was multicoloured texta, thick and thin on the same blank canvas. rainbow colours; red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, but no-one could find a violent texta at the newsagents… her rainbows are made from tears, reflecting the sun. there are teardrops on my happiness now, tears of sadness in its blue sky, reflecting our bruised moods. colours all mish mashed together.
The Mirror Should Be Brown…