Little Red

It was blue where she was A cold transparent blue That settled on the walls and wrapped, vine-like Round her socks and skirts and blouses But her shoes were red And longed for sunlight and its shadows Scuffing as she wondered through the blue, too slow for them One day they would take off, drag her into the distance Off of the tarmac to the mud Where their heels could burrow deep And teeth and eyes catch strands of light And in the moment she would scream Swallow me Swallow me Swallow me whole.