I don't wear Red she said
It's from the Christmas past
I now wear Red she said
Since the day of the blast.
I don't wear black she said
Until they carried me out
I now wear Black she said
But want to scream and shout.
I don't wear White she said
It's what they covered me in
I now wear White she said
It covers all my skin.
I don't like coffins she said
Now this is where I lay
The coffin is where I sleep she said
Since the lights went out on Christmas day.
©Hazel
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