of: Violence ^^

red like your fists curled in anger,

but sweet like tangerines in the spring 

sunflowers wilting in the backroom

while your envy stays evergreen

blue like the jazz I hear you sing

but bruises – purple and swollen – all over my skin

Ours’ is a small place,

but full of every color –

the world that we live in

”Red like your fists curled in anger” - 2019
If you are a victim of domestic violence, please reach out for help.