| CRIMSON It's one of those words that r e a c h e s d o w n I n t o the pit of your being even though you know what the word means, its just a color: worse than rust, better than burgundy that's all, nothing more than a color. But that's just if you know what the word means. You've never seen CRIMSON. It reaches into you and p u l l s out something vital something's missing like maybe your liver or one of your kidneys and you know it's not just a color. That's not just a color splattered all over the floor, not just paint. And you close your eyes so you don't have to see it anymore but its still there throbbing relentlessly in the back of your skull and inside your bones. And suddenly you find yourself opening your eyes even though you didn't want to because you could see it in the back of your mind, You could hear it screaming, wailing. It's no longer a color then. Now you've seen CRIMSON. Now, try seeing something else. |