Redburst

I speak from the blue,

calm, steady,

like open sky.

I bring what I know,

offer it plainly,

with the quiet clarity that feels like truth.

But then,

without warning,

red erupts.

It crashes through the centre,

hot, loud, jagged,

like I’ve lit a fuse I didn’t know was there,

like my words, meant as sharing,

have somehow become a weapon

in someone else’s storm.

I stand, blinking in the heat of it,

singed by their fury,

searching backwards through my steps —

what did I do?

But this is the pattern.

Neurodivergent knowing,

offered with care,

misread as challenge,

met with flame.

Their red swallows the edges,

spills over my blue,

and suddenly,

I’m no longer safe

in the space I thought we were building.

They say I’m intense,

too direct,

but I was just being

true.

They say I made them feel small,

but I only spoke

in the shape of my own mind.

So I sit in the ash,

not wrong,

just burned,

wondering if there’s a way

to keep my blue intact

in a world so quick to bleed red.

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