What is red?
Red is the burning sunset on a summers days end with the mellow. The colour of the womans dress in a field of squirming dancing bodies. The colour of love, and trail you trace down her stomach hidden withen hickeys. Red is blood to oxygen, a rose in a garden of daiseys; destruction and life. It is the angry shouts breaking the glass of midnights lust in eachothers ears. The sound of slamming doors as she leaves. It is the colour of her face when your manipulative lies surface and shatter on the remains of her heart, streaking her face in tears. It’s the colour of your makeup and the relief you feel because you can love no other. Red is the lines on your wrist from past regrets turning you numb. The fire you cradle to your chest so dearly. A friendly reminder to keep going. Red is the essence of rebirth.The butterflies in your stomach you thought would never come back. It is the crush on a man whom you’ve hoped for a future with. Red is red.
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