Red is the taste of primitive kisses with sharp tongues
Red is the shade of lipstick buried in your collar
Red is the colour of the traffic light you sped through to get home
Red is the hand print you left on her face because she didn't prepare dinner
Red is the smell of blood from her torn septum ring
Red is the rash on your crotch the girl at work gave you
Red is the reason you wont cuddle
Red is the excuse you gave the police when your wife was reported missing
Red is the name they gave you in prison after you dropped the soap
Red is what lead you to suffocate yourself in court before the jury
Red is your story
Consider it over