I love the color;
It fascinates me.
How can something so subtle
be so rich?
It represents life;
Portrays passion.
It streams through my body
Like the tributaries of the Amazon.
It dances through my veins
to an inaudible beat.
The steady pulse keeps me alive.
It keeps my thoughts flowing
and my hand moving across the page.
But sometimes it feels trapped.
Sometimes it feels suffocated.
It tears at my brain,
Pounds against my skull
Begging for release...
And me?
There are times when I want to comply.
Grant the wish.
An escape. A release. Freedom.
Sometimes I long to see it flow.
Trickle out from my arteries
to drip onto the floor.
I love the color.
The sight of it surging out from under my skin
Soaking the pages
And drowning my world in its deep red paint
Reminds me that I exist.
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