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.
Copyright © Danne Overleaf | Year Posted 2012
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