Hearing Whispers of a Purple Revolution
Written by Rebecca M. Bell
Hearing Whispers of a Purple Revolution
Lavender turned radioactive, revolution in bloom.
They said keep your head down. We packed our heads with silence and called it survival. Whispers first. Thin wires. Thread that hums. Purple— not compromise, not coalition. Purple like a bruise that learned to sing. Purple like a crown smashed into a flower.
