Red.

Red,
The color of blood,
Red,
The color of my tortured bud..
The color of my rose,
The color of my focus,
The color of my arm,
The blood streaming,
Down
Down
I pull my blade upto the little spot I dug,
Make it deeper and longer...

Let's all just start over again.
RED
RED
The color of my broken hearted soul,
RED
RED
The bleeding that I suffice in all words.

In all words.

poem by Cory Burton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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