red is
a kind color
like a rusted rebar
that served you well once some time ago
red is
the color of dead petals
which stink in their rot and revel
in the air, a carpet on the concrete and a wet weight
red is
the color of you
when you fluster
when the blood rises to your skin
or the skinning on your knee
red is the color of your knuckles as they brush my cheek
rough like old rust
and heavy like a wet weight
and bloodied with the fight
and red is
your hair, stained
you trip away from me and you relieve when i fail to follow
but red is
the color of a trap
set in the upcoming autumn
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