“You’re drinking it too fast”
the slow pull of red through his lips
spills out in wisdom
The jittering of his limbs- aftershocks
from the adrenaline hit-
his world of colour
“Blue-
he says
It’s Blue”
His words an omen
he’s talking to you
and you sip your red wine
more slowly.

Poem: Chloe-Louise Adegoke | Illustration: Astrid Elisabeth
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