I love the color Red.
Mostly, when it spreads across my mouth
When I bite myself hard enough.
I wince to draw blood for comfort,
Keeping my mind from racing too much.
I can’t get enough of it I confess.
The splash of crimson red
Compliments the tone of my skin.
Makes my face seem less
Pale I suppose.
As painful as it is,
It slows the raging beats of my heart.
Makes the pressure dissipate for a second.
Serenity is in the metallic taste
That I crave like morphine
To a drug addict
Apr 13, 2023
Apr 13, 2023 at 9:41 PM UTC
I love the color Red.
Mostly, when it spreads across my mouth
When I bite myself hard enough.
I wince to draw blood for comfort,
Keeping my mind from racing too much.
I can’t get enough of it I confess.
The splash of crimson red
Compliments the tone of my skin.
Makes my face seem less
Pale I suppose.
As painful as it is,
It slows the raging beats of my heart.
Makes the pressure dissipate for a second.
Serenity is in the metallic taste
That I crave like morphine
To a drug addict
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