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Sep 2016
White
The only colour around him
White walls
White ceiling
White people

Red
The colour of blood
The colour of the hair
That ran down her shoulders
Red

The red scared him
It scared him more than the white did
The same colour that invaded his nightmares
And tortured his mind with memories
That would never be forgotten

Red was her colour
she was the nightmares
she was the memories
she was his torturer

Black was his colour
He was the dark shadows
He was a wild animal
He was her plaything

She controlled him
Left him lost and helpless
Filled him with fear and doubt
She drove him insane
Illya Oz
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Illya Oz  Agender/Australia
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