red is the color
of the blood
i bleed
when my veins
cannot contain
my soul
and i draw lines
on my thighs
to release
me
from inside
myself.
red is rose petals
shriveled
left to die
on stones of death
and to say
i do not love you
but i would like you
to think i do.
red is the lipstick
i write on my face with
bite my lips
and hope it
doesn’t stain
my teeth.
red is my passion
i do not know
where to unleash
but it burns
a hole in my chest.
i see red
when i close my eyes
and red when i
awaken
to a red sky
and pools of red blood
that have turned
black.
https://vocal.media/poets/writing-prompt-86el08o0
written for poppy’s color challenge. thank you for the inspiration!
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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