Short Poems and Stories

Color or Mono?

Color or mono?..
That was a question asked too much where I was from. Color this, leave it bland. Color that, leave it plane, it became a war. Whatever you chose, you were put it that place. We called them cells, war zones..to some it was home. I and more other didn't chose, we aren't either or we were both. Everybody else hated us. It was time for the usual fights. I'd see my new friends, but got lonely from time to time until old friends showed up. We didn't talk much. They were cold and distant, tried talking to them but I never got an answer. I learned to shut my mouth when I almost got caught, never spoke again. I usually layed there, with grey and white..maybe some black splattered on me. Sometimes I had some color, red falling on me from time to time. It was cold, the monochrome, but that color warmed me up, the red...the thing is, it made me uncomfortable to have anything on me. Laying down in that trench of old friends, they sure were helpful, they didn't mind that I took some limbs. I'm suprised I lasted long enough to survive. This monochrome and colorful dream destroyed so much. Those red and colorful splotches along with grey and black running along the grounds. I didn't think I'd last when I didnt hear anything, everything had stopped, it finally...well stopped. They'd soon be picking up everybody. You get quite used to it after it happens over and over again. You keep going till you win, but nobody ever does anymore.  The only things that win anymore are who gave up their chance, the retrievers...they were the real masters of disguise...

Will you be colorful or monochrome?...choose wisely