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A distant red, blowing gently,

 ‘Notice me’ it calls.

‘Not yet’ I respond.

A flash of crimson, waving in the wind.

I feel another blow to my chest.

‘Notice me’ it cries.

‘I can’t’ I mumble.

I suck in, trying to ignore the pain.

It is strong,

It is deep,

And it cuts to the bone.

‘Notice me’ it screams over the wind,

Murderously raging.

I ignore it.

Time and time again.

‘Notice me, notice me, notice me.’

I look away.

Fading to a quiet thrum in the back of my mind.

So, I take the punches, the proofs, and the pain.

And I hide it behind a smile,

Behind laughter,

And behind fake love.

I should’ve noticed them

I shouldn’t have ignored them.

‘Notice me.’ The last murmur.

‘It’s too late.’ A broken whisper is all that is left.

And so, the tattered and torn flag still waves,

Red.

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Esther Jager

Esther Jager is a huge bookworm and is always thinking of her next place to travel to!