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 canβt 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