red

she dyed her hair red
red as the fire that burns inside her
in a blink it spread
is it passion or anger?
only she knows what’s in her head

she changed
that’s what people said
little did they know
all this time the fire was ready to blow
but she just never let it shows

she likes her dress black
as dark as her past that she never looks back
“it’s my funeral”, she said
the girl everyone knew and loved is dead

she doesn’t look sad
she said she’s not sad
people think she’s gone mad
but she’s not for everyone to understand

Jakarta, October 3rd 2021