I see red

Red reflected in the bull's eyes
As he lunges at his killer

Red on the cape of an absent hero
As he fails to swoop in and save the day

Red on the petals of the rose I'm handed
As I stare in wonderment at the one who gives it

Red in the image of dancing flames
Contained and tamed on the wick of a candle

Red in the flush on your cheeks
As we walk hand in hand through the deep snow

Red on your lips
As we stand on my porch and you kiss me goodnight

Red of my heart
As I watch it break, shatter...

Red on my face
As something warm and sticky slides down it, mingling with tears

Red on my wrists
As I turn inwards on myself

Red on my sleeve
As I'm labeled an outcast and shunned

Red on my hands
As I move through life, conforming to society

Red in everything
Scarlet encrusted
As I watch the world
And come to learn that nothing
Is sacred