The Call

Call.
You know the one.
Sarah, run home.
We need you. 1

I ripped open my closet,
tore through my clothes,
plucked the black from its root,
and tucked it tidily in my suitcase. 2

Black is the color I will wear.
Black: I adorn myself in.
Black is death and hurt and despair.
Grey is the color of waiting.

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No, I don't want to talk about it.

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  • callthexylophone
    October 10
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    you don't have to talk about it. I love you.