Red Is

June 1, 2016

full lips waiting

she doesn’t knock

bare feet over

slick marble

fabric swishing across waxy legs

the scarlet catches

a glass slipping off the

edge of a low table

scattered shards

but no blood is drawn

thick wine trickles down

smooth edges

but leaves no stain

a voiceless exit

trailing behind her

glossy fingernails

pulling the door to a crack

her glow following her out

she leaves a void in her wake

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