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"Red"
“Red”
By Sophie Burchill
What if glass didn’t shatter?
And the sea wasn’t controlled by the moon?
Would there still be a second available
For mistakes?
Mistakes are ours
And so is glass.
Yes, all of this glass
Is ours.
The moon isn’t claimed by us, however.
But that doesn’t stop us from walking all over it.
What an achievement;
Claiming something.
That can’t be claimed
Like the sea.
See there are many seas.
These seas are clouded, though,
With glass;
Shattered glass.
Don’t mind my feet in this sea.
See my feet will turn red
Because this glass is ours
And bloodshed for something that is ours
Is okay.
But when something controls another,
And we don’t claim that something,
Who’s to say
That the glass was ours to shatter
In the first place?