Only Human.

In response to Poppy's super fun prompt

Red.

Like a hot stone of fury

Stuck in the throat.

Congealed phlegm

Choking on the embers

Of resentment –

Biting

Like scarlet lips

Whispering in yearning ears

Like a siren

Of sex.

Fuckable.

Tearing

Into the heart

Of a moment.

Laced in layers

Like a memory

Floating through the air

Of belonging.

Rising

Like the cheeks

Of shame

Flushing warm -

A secret

Shared in the presence

Of lies.

Lit

Like the town

Of an after party

Sprayed in high jinx.

A graffiti wall

Of jubilation.

Smashing

Like the warfare

Of a broken land

Shot down in bullets

Hitting hard the floor

Of pain.

Threshold

Fucking

Palpitating

Burning

Angry

Loving

Red

Sex

Red.

Blood

Shot

Hand

Caught

In the

Dance

Red

Bull.

Died

A

Death –

Or just.

A Red herring?