they call it seeing red
I can’t see red. When he’s around, I’m blinded. There’s nothing to see and nothing to do. The voices fade out into the background and the room floods with the sound of my beating heart. He doesn’t let me see red, he makes me feel it. The chills creep down my back when I see his tall, lanky body making his way down the hall and I shiver. Is that red? Red is hot, burning, and fiery. Oh wait, but that’s all there. His nod, his crooked smile, his messy hair. My cheeks get hot and I find myself biting hard into my lip to hide my smile. He wraps me in his big arms, he’s filled with warmth and I can feel his hot breath creeping down my neck as he perches his chin at the top of my head. This was it. This was red. Or was it love? It may be both. But red fades the fastest. It leaves you back on the hard ground, with the once bright thumping heart coming to a slow stop, heavy like a cold rock shattered and thrown aside.
