Poem book

Red

I smell cherry soda as it pops
And cookies baking in the oven
I hear boisterous laughing
And a powerful beat
Punctuated by my tapping foot
I feel laughter bubbling in my throat
As my sister throws skittles at me
I taste something amazing blooming in my mouth
Cause I bit down into my candy
I see a pretty sparkly dress
As I watch my favorite movie on my birthday
But
I also smell blood and smoke
I hear arguments between my dad and his lover
I feel tears running down my cheek
As my father screams about something I don't know yet
I taste remorse as I wave my father off
To fight battles against his will
I see sticky liquid flow from my arm
Because even when he's here, my father never comes back
Back from a war he didn't want to fight
Back from a memory he wants to forget
I wish I could go back
Oh red
You are so happy and perfect and amazing
You make me laugh and sing and make cookies
But you make my father angry
And you make them take him away
And you never gave him back
So now he drinks out of a bottle your color
As I watch you glint on the blade I use
I think you wish we could go back too

This one was also based on a prompt, this time about a color. It's about my father and the ptsd and trauma he suffered and never got help from And also it's effect on me.