Red

What you didn’t know when You left that room Grows and collects and ravishes and remains and Builds into a mountainous grotto carved out into The World. You never sort of once even a little bit opened Your small, squinting eyes You didn’t ever really not even a little bit see The pulsing of the twist salting the crystalline eyedrop tracing, trickling Onto the carpet Seeping into a stain. What did you think was behind my eyes? Never no never not even a little bit did you see Human. You saw Danger. You saw Threat. You saw Challenge. You saw Insubordination. You saw Waste of Space. You saw Red. But you didn’t really not ever even a little bit see Daughter.