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