she was soaking in the crimson red bath
and it wasn’t water
it wasn’t champagne either
rewinding to the day
he went running in the wood with his son
laughing, joking they were
the sky turns rouge
just like the color of her cheek
blushing from the heat of the oven
waiting for them at home
smiling.
It all happened so fast
If his mind is like the black box on the aeroplane
then they found
a flash of an animal
startled by his car headlights
frozen to the spot
then what once lucid became the color of her hair
snow white’s jet-black.
fast forward to the day
two old couples sitting side by side
no words were uttered
it’s the most beautiful time of the year
outside was a celebration of color
lights flickering yellow
Christmas trees viridescence
the child’s cherry colored pom pom
but all that got a shade brighter
thanks to heaps and heaps of snow
not ivory but transparent
like those droplets
running from the corner of the dad’s eyes.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 10:08 AM UTC