~Describe the colour red without using the word ‘red’
It’s the colour of the print your mother leaves when she kisses your cheek,
It’s the broken nip of the colour pencil a five year old gripped too hard, trying to make the perfect heart,
It’s the result of loneliness and emptiness, carved on skin,
It’s the sky, just when the sun is about to say goodbye for the day,
It’s the bleeding rose in the gardens that draw eyes towards themselves,
It’s the waving flag which triggers horror in hearts,
It’s the apple that the farmer sees, hanging from a sturdy branch,
It’s the dress hanging in the closet, waiting to be picked out on occasion,
But mostly,
It’s the breaking and mending of a human soul, all in one shade
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