Red

Shania Baweja

 

I’m aflame. Crisp winds burn. icy scarlet blushes. warm velvet brushes. Hot, too hot. 

Gashes pour blood diamonds. Diamonds from gashes. Oh what a rich world. Sapphire tears. Crash and break. Break and crash. Oh what a rich world. 

 

Indeed, jeweled pain. That sensuous, magenta pain. Pain, painted crimson head to toe. Toe to head. 

Everywhere. The Blood of life. The Red of death. I’m aflame.