I associate you with red.

Red- violent, daredevil, reckless;

All the things that you are

Not; you introverted, shy, 

submissive soul, you; all mild blush and pink lips,

like cherry blossoms falling five centimetres per second;

artificial of course, whose stems were made from 

metal wire, like a wire cutter in my mind

slicing the flesh; always leaving a bloody mess, you.


Don’t know if I want to

kiss your patched, swollen lips

or stab you, to stem the flow of redness


Author: naomi

Student, likes learning about foreign cultures, shall not divulge anymore so my identity is not exposed!

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