Random Writings from My Journal

Excerpt IX: Red

Red is the color of my palms before I learned to bite down on my nails.

I see red when my feelings overwhelm me and I release blue.

Her salty waters pour from my eyes as my fists ball and my jaw clenches.

My heart pounds scared to open my eyes because I know when I see red it's soon to be over.

I will break.

Red will mix with blue and I won't be seeing a pretty Lilac sky

I'll be seeing all of the fears in my heart come alive right in front of my eyes

It will start with red.