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 who reads and writes voraciously in the quiet moments between motherhood and managing Crohn's Disease. She grew up on a small farm in a Texas town alongside many furry friends, two sisters, and a brother. She has known tragic loss too well, and her writing, which is often dark and honest, is a reflection of the shadows lurking in her psyche. Her work can be viewed at:https://kaciskileslawswriter.wordpress.com/, and her visual artwork and music can be viewed on YouTube under Kaci and Bryant.