I've seen a lot of red

 

The first when leaving my mom on the first day ever

Running downstairs to show dad

Excitement, not fear, not nearves

I was too young then

 

Bloody noses, bloody knees

These were my red scenes

Hugging concrete when gravity won

Kissing spheres with unclear perceptions

Subtle pain left with a kiss

 

Then to the shirts, not the skirt this time

Red here red there, everywhere

My constriction walls, sometimes one

Always all encompassing

 

"Our hearts" red

His heart, red

We are all red somehwere

 

The shoes, the shirts, the skirts, the walls

My life is red

Has veen red

Still is red?

 

Red no more than cursed strikes

The single binder

The occasional write-up

What happened to my red life?

 

Your times were red, but your life was clear

No more constrictions, restrictions, afflictions

Your red is all natural

All natural

 

I've seen a lot of red

 

The first when leaving my mom on the first day ever

Running downstairs to catch a glimpse

Nerves, fear, excitement

I was ready then