Red is my favourite colour
red like love hearts
red like strength
red like velvet cake
red like strawberries
red like the wine I don’t like but the adults do
red like robin’s *******
red like anger
red like pain
red like jealousy
red like blood
death
torture
hurt
concrete scrapes
the cuts my friends make, deep into their skin
like “accidents” they tell their parents, but tell us the truth, say “don’t tell… please” and we obey
like panic, emergency, flashing lights and wails that make me cover my ears and hope, pray, that everyone is ok
it corrupts, warps, glitches and taunts
red like when they tricked me and I didn’t even realise
I don’t think I like red so much anymore