The ribbon is red.
And around my throat,
Tightening when I try to speak.
Thoughts wishing to be exclaimed,
Trapped in lungs.
Sinking like a rock,
Wide-eyed
I stare,
The ribbon's colour blooming,
Swaying towards the surface,
Breaking the edge.
A tug.
And I am pulled.
Face to face,
Another like me,
And around their throat,
A ribbon.
The ribbon is red.