The color of passion, the color of pain
The color of delusion, the color of flames
I slip my swollen soles into your hallow hysteria
Cracked, fragile feet from the frost bite
of a West Virginia snow
Size six, ruby red stilettos
and I push
and I pull
and I scream
and I sigh
and I try and I try and I try
In my six, ruby red stilettos
Freezing poetic lullabies
Until I can find a place to call my own
Sparks of scarlet bloodlines
Dripping down my spine
Wrestling through rivers
between the spaces in my mind
My heart is much too loud for a place like this
My lips are much too quiet for a place like this
I dance with him in
The color of courage
The color of fame
The color of charisma
The color of strength
The color of my lipstick when its fading through my lies
Much too broken
Much too bold
Bursting into a violet plum
until I am in pieces—
until I decide to throw myself back together again
In my size six, ruby red stilettos
and it wasn't my intention to force them to fit
and I push
and I pull
and I scream
and I sigh
and I sell dignity of my poverty
to get them to come off of me
but once I started dancing
I fell in love with the sound
of my heels clicking
the surface of the floor
and I made myself a home
in my size six, ruby red stilettos.
