Red

A Personification of Color

The Red Dress, Charles Webster Hawthorne. American, circa 1900.

Sometimes I creep and slither, a cobra wrapped around your mind.
Squeezing tightly until the ribbons of rage cloud your eyes,

turning you ravenous.

A beast in a rampage searching for revenge.

Other times I trickle into the cracks of your heart.
Caressing glowing embers with the light touch of a cunning hand.
Mistress to lust, I come seeking your control.

My voice rings clear in warning.
I alert the wrongs and command those unyielding.

I am a shrieking beginning or a seeping end.
Close your eyes and see your future.

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