Red

Hot, Burning, Anger.
Behind your eyes,
With no ventilation,
Making your whole face heat up.
Rage,
Boiling your brain,
Not giving you time to think.
A heart,
Beating inside your chest,
Pain and shallow breathing.
The pulse,
In your hand,
As you laugh a shaky laugh.
Blood,
From the scars that never quite heal,
Living there,
On your arms and legs.
Warmth,
A cuddled body,
Hoping to never let go.
Ketchup,
Squirted over everything,
From French fries, to pasta.
A heavy,
Velvety feeling,
Calming you,
Making it hard to breathe without trying.
Safety incased in a great deal of pain.
Coals,
Burning out.
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It's the cat

VT

18 years old

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    Promise, Someday

    Someday.
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    Wrap our arms around each other and walk down the street.
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    Something that makes me smile,

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    Always something

    It's always got to be something.
    That one thing that takes the wind out from under your wings making you tremble,
    and fall.
    And it's always the something you generally expect,
    But hoped wouldn't happen.

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