the autism shots

ruby red

here's a lil weird thing made based on a series of red and yellow related stuff I wrote. it's about these two enbies who can't help but write little poems like this about each other.

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Ruby was just like the colour they were named after. 

They are bold, always standing out like a poppy in a muddy-brown field.

Their lips were always curved into a smile, greeting me when they see me and grazing my forehead as they welcome me home. 

Their nails always clicked against the keyboard of their laptop whenever they typed.

clickity click click click click click

While I used to find the sound annoying, the way they do it reminds me of raindrops falling, pattering onto the skylight above us, where the moon gazes down at us while I read and they click/patter away, writing whatever essays they need to do for that evening or the next day.

Their hair sticks up like the burning bush the bible, fiery and straight up, always neatly brushed upwards. They sometimes let me put hair clips in as a joke. Though that flame of hair gets smouldered by the sharp winds of winter, so they'll hide it under a beanie they stole from my wardrobe.

Their red nails will always patter against the IPad when they 'talk', telling me about whatever professor pissed them off. 

And that's what I love about them the most. Even if they don't technically talk, they will stand up for what is right, and becomes so passionate and proud about what they speak of. Like the homophobic teacher we had in high school. Or the time they swore at an old lady for knocking me over with her stick. Or when they fought some guy when he catcalled you.

Ruby - her colour is so common and often used yet they stand out among the grey streets of London I've become so used to. I can always see them coming my way. I can always feel their heat as they embrace me after work or uni. They're so precious - I want to hold them in my arms forever. See their bright lips smiling at me, feel their nails against my shoulders and spikey hair and wear their hand-painted red shirts - forever

I will never get bored of their colour.

-You got a text from RubyRed-

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You sappy bitch, you had no right to make me cry like this in front of Bella. she's been singing 'I can't help falling in love with you' every time we both try and get work done. fuck you. go to hell. (/j)

ps: I'm making mac and cheese, want some? love you. xoxo

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remember kids, if you have a level mock tomorrow, don't write sappy crappy poems. Revise.