The Carrier

Tonight at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are celebrating the color Red. Sarahsouthwest is our host tonight.


Yeah. Red.

Red reminds me

of you. That careless

blur of candy-slut-red

lipstick that tainted your

white-on-white shirt.

I got rid of

the stain —

but you failed

to get rid of its carrier.

 

Crimson Red.

Like my face

upon the realization

that everyone knew

(even your mother!)

but me.

 

Hot Carmine

blood raging through

my veins

like wildfire as

I load

my Glock 43.

 

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