My red nails flaked. The power of colour faded.
I left red dust across town today. On the bus, on the escalator - sprinkled along bookshelves, flicked over enquiry counters, and finally crumbled into my greasy hair when I sat in a corner, alone.
Power faded, distributed gently, subtly, over my body with the nurturing weakness of a lost baby's
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