Red

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Rose red lipstick, ruby
red orange writing on the bed.

Blood on my skin, staining
the threads crimson.
It was too late. Time
was turning nervous in my hands.

I went walking to the hallway
to find excuses instead.

Red, red, red, red.
Run, run, run, run,
to what? To what?

I stood by your hand,
caressed silence, scared
of red. Indian red
lips are lifeless, split and white.

Insisted I say something
into tile and try.
It was too late. Time
was turning nervous in my hands.

I went crying to the hallway
and gray stayed instead.

Red, red, red, red.
Run, run, run, run
to what? To what?

Kaci Skiles Laws is a closet cat-lady and creative writer living in Dallas—Fort Worth. She is an editor at Open Arts Forum, and her writing has been featured in The Letters Page, Bewildering Stories, The American Journal of Poetry, Pif Magazine, The Blue Nib, Necro Magazine, Cajun Mutt Press, Terror House Magazine, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Ten Million Flies, among others. She won an award for her poem, This is How it Ends, by North Central Texas College's English Department and is currently working on a children's book called The Boogerman. Her published work and blog can be viewed at https://kaciskileslawswriter.wordpress.com/, and her visual artwork and music can be viewed on YouTube under Kaci and Bryant.