Red.
Everywhere red.
Swirling and swaying through the water...
Patterns in the bath
Patterns on the tiles
Everywhere, white stained red.

I look down at my wrists... my hands,
see them stained,
the water diluting this purity.

Stumbling out the shower, trailing red.
Grabbing the sink, leaving bright, accusatory smudges
Oh no, no, no, no
they can't see, shouldn't see!
Not all this red...

...Except red is perhaps not even the right colour,
the packet calls it "Plum Perfection"

I've died my hair.
And made a mess.