Pink

• Elizabeth Hoyle, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2020

Sometimes
Blushing champagne pink
The walls of the box
Rose petals and soft cheeks
Close in, loom over me

Sometimes
Neon plastic sweetness
‘Sit like a lady’
Fairy floss sickly smile
‘But you used to love that dress’

Sometimes
Gently twisting coral
There’s comfort in a closed lid
Bubblegum burst and shrink
Safety in misery

I build my prison for them