POEM #12
It’s the year 2024. For the second year in a row, I’ve “forecasted” a colour of the year. I’m pretty sure this year it’s Aftershock, hex code #FF4B61, a warm raspberry bright. The year before it was Re-blue, a deep electric blue. This year I feel anger and violence and everyone moving on from exhaustion—or trying desperately to—and wanting to shake it up, wanting to feel a pulse. Where is mine?
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