tw: i talk about murder
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my favorite color is red
because of
the specificity
of
all the shades.
like
burgundy,
candy apple,
cherry,
crimson.
whatever.
red is a color like love
like hate
like passion
and a fire that burns
harder than the tears you cried when
your died tried to fucking murder you by
crashing his car on the side of the road.
and the pressure was red just like
your period
and the frantic texts you sent your friend,
the begging and pleading for him to wake up
even though you know he wouldn't.
he'd never wake
and he'd let his stupid dog off the leash to run away
and get a taste of loneliness.
