Poetry written in 2015.
She told me red was my color so
I painted my whole body in it.
Red was the color of my palms
When her hands were in mine.
Red roses in my hair, red heels,
I spoke red words
But red was soon the color of my skin
From being rubbed raw.
The color of my eyes from losing sleep.
When she left, I was red without willing it.
I miss when I was colorless,
When I looked in the mirror and