Mar 18

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.