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Natasha was red .
Red lipstick.
Red dress.
Red hair.
(red like blood. like anger. like pain)
Red.
(like her ledger)
She knew what she was. She had long accepted it.
(never forget)
And then one day, blue .
Nothing much, just a soft blue hoodie and a distracted “Keep it.”
She didnt wear it at first. It was blue , but she was red , like her past. Blue was for innocence, peace.
(a wide open sky on a cloudless day, two little girls laughing)
Not for her.
(not now)
She was violence and seduction.
(long legs, heels, a sharp grin)
She was guns and knives.
(almost as sharp as her smirk)
She was a manipulator, a killer.
(a bullet through the heart)
Poised and perfect.
(blood. on the walls, the floor, the ceiling)
( red )
She wasn’t calmness.
(a soft voice)
She wasn’t comfort.
(gentle, so gentle)
It wasnt her.
(monster, psycho)
(...)
(a child)
Blue was youth. Kindness.
(a bottle, a bathroom, hair, laughter)
(rinsing it off)
She was red .
(not anymore)
(free)
(...)
(...)
She tried.
(free)
(she was tired)
She wouldn’t let them control her.
(so tired)
(she was free)
(free)
She tried.
(free)
It was strange. It was wrong. It was…
(...)
(...)
(...)
(...)
(a large bear plushie)
(...)
(wrong)
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(the beach, the ocean, she had never seen this shade before)
(...)
(...)
(wrong?)
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(a butterfly beats its wings)
(...)
(...)
( her )
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(it was…)
(...)
(...)
(...)
…safe.
(a hug)
Safe.
(where was she?)
(safe)
Safe.
She wore the hoodie.
(she couldnt take it off)
It was warm.
(good)
It was comfortable.
(safe)
(...)
(they took her away)
(away)
(…)
(her hair)
(...)
( blue )
(...)
(...)
( red )
(they washed it away)
(down the drain)
(...)
(...)
(...)
( no )
( no )
( no )
( no )
( no )
( no )
(...)
(...)
(...)
(...)
(no)
(she was red )
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( red )
(...)
( red )
( red )
( red )
( red )
No.
(she)
No.
(blood)
No.
(her)
No.
No.
No.
No.
(...)
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No.
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Safe.
( blue ?)
Blue .
( blue )
Blue.
(...)
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(...)
She wore blue.