red nailpolish
Mia Lehmkuhl
red. i was only 5 years old when you told me red nailpolish was for hookers. the worst of the worst the whores and women of the night all unified by one single color growing up red turned into one of many favorite colors i admired the color of blood and of love the way red rushes through veins and pumps through our hearts it can be the greatest tragedy and your loveliest romance but then again red was for hookers so i cast aside my beating heart and let my veins run dry i rejected red like cold feet at the altar i painted my nails white to please you white was all i knew for a time with my legs crossed and my head down i too said, red was for hookers. then, something caught my eye i began to notice that the only woman i saw in red was you. Volume 34.1 85
