red. an abundance of scarlett and bright burning blood washes down the drain as i viciously rub my stained hands raw. it was a mistake, but there's no turning back now.
quickly i turned off the sink as a slowly persisting jumble of pain forms deep in my stomach. without even a second thought i hurry to the container of gasoline sitting in the corner of the bathroom and hastily spill it all throughout the house, my stomach feeling closer and closer to something of a tornado.
with a potent smell in the air and singed fingertips, my world was filled with a new kind of burning bright, one much more dangerous and wild. but with this new color red, came overflowing relief and calm cooling tears.
i let out a shaky sob, falling to my knees, mud slowly beginning to seep into my clothing. the burning inferno was a deep contrast to the silent, peaceful night that was filling in around it.
slowly the burning subsided and my vision blurred, an overwhelming joy filled my lungs as my world turned black and the quiet night filled with piercing sirens.
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the light
Poetrya collection of uncategorized poems from around the years 2016-2019.
