That deep driving color.
Pushing me to my end.
Dried and sticky,
so I perfectly clean each line,
Every particle.
As every tear tracks my face,
and I wipe away all that remains.
I love the color red.
It contorts my mouth into a numb frown,
fully unfeeling.
Chop chop,
It speaks to me.
and I don’t say no.
Because I love
red,
crimson,
maroon.