Author Information
Red
I awake as the sky shines
purple
and
orange.
The scent of clover,
so purple
and honey a golden,
so orange
Flitter through my room.
The shadows falling
on half of my wall
turn the yellow of which the
Sun Envies
to an
orange
the Devil creates.
I wait for voices.
My mother whispers
from far away.
Her cheek bruised,
purple,
by a man
with a face of
orange.
The stairs outside my door
creek and tears from my mother
I hear.
My door opens.
The man of
orange
comes closer with
black
in his eyes.
I become
Red.
