Below me are my shadow selves
and lives I imagined but never lived
Below me is another me
and everyone has a soul within her
and that is still me
Red is the crazy running in me
and red is the bold rinse of new
the way life arrives and leaves
Red is real
color of divine
and the color of roses and blushes
incarnadine
But most importantly
it is the red stain
on a white canvas
and all of them are on me
not anyone else
Because it is always me
me and me
the rooms of self-projection
and limitless hating
and every version breathes
in a different shade of red
Red is that color
artists always run out of
because it is never tired
flowing from the viscerality
of human
and inhumane
and even below me
it is still me