RED, lovely, blood coming out of my body and staining everything it touches,
sheets which will never be the same. it touches my lover's body, a
sign of my prowess. i have taken someone and marked then with blood,
thick, opaque shining with life. i can let the life out of me. blood
is power, blood is the sea, salty and warmer.
i have wished and i have tried as many times as i have bled to make something,
anything the color of blood fresh from me. it is never thick enough,
dark enough, blood enough. too RED, too brown, it doesn't breathe.
RED is the color i see when i close my eyes. light filtering through
capillaries and flesh. i am pink on the outside, a white veil thinly
hiding what lives underneath, RED.
when the RED is on the outside i love it and hate it. it entertains
me for hours with pattern and texture. it rouses me out of sleep, i am cold
and clammy and want nothing more than to be warm and dry.
