Crimson Girl

Rosey red cheeks

in the simplicity of childhood

innocent and unaware

of the brewing burgundy storm

And she glows in rubescence

she runs in the field wild and free

as the wind blushes her skin

she tastes the watermelon on her lips

on this her last day of cherry childhood puerility

Sweet child in the summer sun shaded

Innocence stolen in his moment of weakness

And she bled red

Little girl lost and discarded

The sunset drowning her skin in a bloody haze

And she feels red

Insecure girl

Laying down to be accepted

Cutting pieces off to feed the vultures

And she hears red

Damaged woman now grown and running

She faces his backhands burned and bruised

And she tasted red

He kicks her as the crimson flows

Blood so sticky it wont rub off

Cut out the burgundy rot but it just keeps spreading

And she drowned in his sea of red

Nowhere to run from the pain

Cant hide from the sins she wears like a scarlet A

Covering herself in the stains from the past

She gathers the flaming embers

And burns herself down

Ruby warrior

She rises from the ashes

Standing resolute in her strength

Clothed in survival

Shrouded by grace

Hands uplifted

She cries

I have become The Red