Little Red

Written by: Gracie Bawden

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.