My lips are thin like the cheap sheets we slept under last night. Noses cold and pressed together, transforming the AC into waves and ourselves into nobodies.
Nobody sees me punish my lips for being so small and disappointing . Tiny pale flakes lie lifeless on the barely pink slits; a testimony of my brutality and the precision of my teeth. ............................................................
Teeth clenched and eyes wide, I hold the goods in my palm. Firecracker, Ravish Me Red, Red Door Red. Ravish Me Red sounds like a good time, so Ravish Me Red it is. but I wish I had a fourth.
Four minutes until I see you. You're always exact. The clock pleads for me, but I'm busy glaring at the familiar rouge strangers on my face that I can't deny are mine.
My teeth try and fail to resist The taste of my scarlet-smeared skin they gnaw and gnaw at their treat, dressing themselves in Ravish Me Red. They refuse to be satisfied until they taste blood.
Blood doesn't match my ruby lipstick It's smudgy and ugly and I am ashamed. My face is wet when I open the door. You ask what's wrong, but you already know. Through your smile I hear, "Red isn't really your color."
Color now on your wrists and nose and knees The red marks you as mine. It fades from me to you and leaves my lips naked but you kiss the tiny pale flakes that I used to hate.