All you know is red.

The red that spills from your nose and enters your mouth,

reminding you what death tastes like.

The red that you dream of as it chokes you,

spitting at you that you are worthless.

The red that covers your knees once the glass has been broken.

The red that wakes you in the middle of the night,

only to find bruises on your body.

The red lipstick you bought,

only to impress the man who promised you the world.

The red gown you adored,

reminding yourself that he only hit you once.

The red car he picked you up in,

to where you had no escape.

"Because I love you", he justified.

And you believed him.