Ananda

Red, the colour of her lips when you kiss them.
Red, the colour of my cheeks when she told me she loved me.
Red hair and red hearts.
Red daggers going into red hearts.
Red hearts broken.

Red, the colour I wore when we first met.
Red, what I saw when you told me I was no longer enough.
Red lipstick stains on shirt collars.
Red, hot, deep burning desire.
Red fingernails scratching my skin, tearing into me, drawing
red blood.
Red goodbyes.
Red the ends.
Red hearts turning
Grey. ♦