A/N: This is just one part of a series of color poems. Each one plays on the connotations
and images conjured up by the color in question. Red is an angry, aggressive color, but it
is also a color well-associated with love. When both of these feelings meet, things tend to
get messy. This is just another shining example of my compulsive need to insert a nasty
twist into what I write nowadays. Drama is so much more fun than serenity.

"Red"

It's a vicious circle of vultures
Hovering over/around expired refuse
Diving into the remains of fatality head-on
For death is their life
And their beaks stain crimson as they consume it

I saw you one day
A Cherry Coke in your hand, smiling
I almost wanted to be your soda
The fizzy carbonated bubbles that burn
You all the way down

There was firelight one time
Roasted marshmallows at a friend's
Laughter over open flames
You tossed some kindling into the pit
And I felt the heat singe my rosy cheeks

Once, you were there with her
I watched as you painted
Primary red passions on canvas
You turned to her and said, and smiled,
"This is all for you"

This was no green-eyed jealousy;
This was manic, desperate red
I wanted you so badly I could bleed
My love, so violent that the ruby plasma
Would no longer derive its color from cells

I saw her one day
A Cherry Coke in her hand, smiling
I almost wanted to be poison in her soda
The carbonates and chemicals that suffocate
Her all the way down

There was firelight one time
Hot dogs cooking at a friend's
Laughter over open flames
I wanted to toss her into the pit
And she'd feel the heat melt her rosy cheeks

Once, I was there with her
I watched her as she bled
Primary red passions on canvas
I turned to you and said, and smiled,
"This is all for you"

Like a vicious circle of vultures
Hovering over/around her motionless body
I revel in the remains of my manifest rage
For her death is my life
And my hands stain crimson as I consume it