Happiness is red
Well I think I was happy as I fell onto
Into
The carpet, the red, deep rich red carpet and let my buttons be unbuttoned and my breath
Stolen.
Escape is green
The kitchen is green, neat, quiet, even the fridge is green, but the vodka inside the fridge is not green.
It is the colour of elegant water.
Until I take it out and watch the chill vanish and the reflections come.
Then the vodka
Is green too
Tomorrow is yellow
I lie in the darkest room in this stranger’s house and just know
Tomorrow the sun will slide its rays in uninvited,
Unwanted across the floor and up onto,
Into this bed.
I think I may have made another mistake.
From the Outside, Listening In. 
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