Red
Is Passion
Red
Is Love.
Red Is Intense Seduction And **** Lingerie.
Red Are The Beautiful Drapes Your Mother Picked Out For Her New Living Room.

Red
Red Was My Father's Blood Evacuating His Skull
Four Gunshots
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
In The Wall And Then Him.
Gunpowder Sharing Space With Him On The Floor Where He Lied.
Quietly.
Red Were His Eyes When He Pulled The Trigger.
Red Was The Splatter Of His Brains On The Pure White Walls.
Red,
Was His Heart.
Big But Broken.
Still.
No Beating.