The steps of the Opera House.
Tourists with their zaplets.
I unbuttoned my shirt and yelled
at a woman walking past
'You are kindergarten brown.
Overmixed dark colours.'
I screamed at a group of school kids
'Emergency. Fire engine red!'
I screamed at an old couple
'Funereal grey'
When the police arrived, I yelled,
'You're not even blue.'
They left me at my first institution.
Black gates.
Sharp glass shards on the brick fence.
The new perimeter of my life.
Searching for
Jarvis. Lilac. Lush as a field of lavender.
Knowing only
Sylvie. Jade green.
Photosensitive.
Oversensitive.
Pulling back the shutters.
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Silver
Teen FictionSylvie, 16, sees colours, where other people only hear words or feel emotions. She knows she has to keep this a secret - as people disappear to institutions if they get sick in the mind. *** Sylvie likes to dress in Lolita outfits and dreams of beco...
