Falling Up

red

Its the color that consumed your being as the words filled your mouth and the anger poured out of you like a wildfire. Its the color that their face turned when your hand collided with the cheek that you were kissing only moments before. It was the color of the words that escaped your lips in tidal waves of rage.

It was the color of her dress in the midst of bodies crammed together in masses of sweat and lust. It was the color of her lips while her mouth hung open in an honest laugh. It was the color of your smile when her soft lips met yours in a rush of lost time.

It was the color of her watch when she rushed to go home like a cinderella story, leaving you in the mess of every other color apart from hers.

It was the color of your nose as you walked home in the bitter air without your jacket because you gave it to her. It was the color of your door when you finally made it to your home after the night of color.

It was the color of the blood running down the silver drain as shivers wracked your cold body. It was the color of the lights outside the windows that filtered through the cracked glass. It was the color that you saw when the splintering wood echoed through the house and shouts were all around you.

It was the color of her hair when she promised to never leave.

It was the color of the roses when you took her out to eat.

It was the color of the jewel in the ring you gave her on your anniversary.

It was the color she turned when you hit her.

It was your color.