short composition with red

 
I made this the same way all things happen: in the middle of something else
I didn’t mean for it to be out of focus but I also didn’t intend to lose sight of tomorrow
Red has always been my favourite colour and time, my biggest fear
I am sleeping on my baggage in the airport at 1 am
I’m waiting and I’m about to be sick
Change places with me and maybe you’ll see the crooked crevasses between my parts
I am a fruit tree
And you are small spits of rain on the apples of my cheek