Cassi Dillon

Red

The weather was my favorite kind Wind rushing through your car On the back roads My hair ricocheting off of The half-opened window

My hair was as red as the blood Flowing out of my heart And into your hands

But there is a gaping hole in my chest That you left there And I had never felt so vacant

Your greedy hands reaching for more While my hands were empty

You always liked my hair black

Less passionate, less vibrant

Angry. Red.

More like the dirt That filled up my lungs When you were around

Dead. Buried.

In the palm of your hands Lay the blood in my veins

Every fractured piece of me

That you had set flames to Red. Red. Red.