Red
The Shade of You
Betrayal. Rage. Blood. Your dress.
The tinted glasses you placed over my eyes so I would only see your twisted perception of events.
The sticky liquid trickling from my ears when people warned me away.
A knife in the soft flesh of my gut. Fists clenched at my side. Your steady hands.
My vision as you stood there, nonchalant of your neglect and narcissism.
The shade of your deception as you threw accusations at me instead of handing me the apologies I deserved.
The ink of my pen as I write out our story in the colour of truth.
The line you crossed. The tie I cut.
The faded colour of the sky, reuniting with peach and lilac shades, as I turned away for good.
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The Prompt:
About the Creator
Poppy
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