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red [poem]

I’ve always hated the color red
the way is screams
don’t move
a violent demand for stillness
when the same color rushes through our veins
without pause
every second until we’re dead
has its own shade
but red has other attributes I hate
red is the color of failure
of being wrong
red ink oozing across essays like
angry slices across skin
we see red too
when rage swallows up our logic
until reason is a distant memory and
violence becomes the only goal
I read once
that your favorite color is just
the frequency of light you’re missing
maybe that’s why I hate red
because green is my favorite color
the opposite of red in the color wheel
maybe I’m just too full of red to stomach myself


bookdragon, poet, witch

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