(二) The pink
Kathleen Zhu
pink used to be
bright and colorful
a pretty pink
sometimes your love
felt intense like crimson
other times
a warm, soft blanket of rose pink,
nestling the innocence of a newborn
it used to feel like
laying on a cotton-candied cloud,
faintly drifting off
in the fragrance of roses
and fluffiness of clouds
pink after you
is rose pink
but the petals
have turned murky brown
and the leaves have broken
from their branches
leaving only thorns that 「p 「
rick and pierce through the skin
pink after you is
pink with the emphasis on the "p"
like
when you
press your lips tightly together
and spit it out
with such force
It sounds like a curse word
like "p" for pathetic
"p" for puny
"p" for problematic
like "p" for pink
but it should be
wispy and wistful
and transform you
into a fairy
but this pink…
it tears the wings off my back
a slow shred of shhk
like the ripping of
a paperback
粉紅本應是一種
明亮而繽紛的