Red.

The scarlet of dusk embraces your sorrows as you fall deeper in love. the words escape her cherry flavoured lips, and stab your heart.

how could someone be such an ecstasy?

she loves licking the fresh wounds on your neck. her nails trace the lines of your sins, you want to run away. you fail.

"hold me tight"

she wages war on your thoughts as the sapphire on her neck reflects your numbness.

it's dark.

she laces her hands through your long, soft hair

and snaps your neck.

rage surges through her like fire from hell

and blood spills from places you kissed her, while she drags you to the closet door.

-she's red.


Written By -

Naghma Sachdeva,

Editor In Chief,

Blends Of Life

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