Seeing Red
Seeing RED
Not for the first time
But for the last
Not pink, blue or black
But RED; pure, beautiful, ruby RED
It's the RED in my body
That flows through my veins
And seeps out with each new, enticing cut
Seeing RED
The pain...
The physical pain
The relief and joyous feeling of freedom
Leaving my body as it drips onto the floor
Not for the first time
But for the last
I'm seeing RED
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