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.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
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.
