Gerald Gatscan · Feb 7, 2010
red

red was just a color that
bled through my brain's crevices
painted my dead retina
with slippery crimson messages
a filter for my frigid eyes
rejected all the other lies
until that color lined my sight
the only crayon ever craved
enveloped my swelling head
no telling how that bloody shade
sutured up my silly pain

 
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