Concealing The Only Asterism

Red lips are only for the swollen. Those lips that would be marked by my shining colour must never feel lust but hatred. Hatred of desires that beseech for vengeance. Hatred of obsession that resists the temptation of asymmetrical affections. Hatred of revelation that only marks the beginning of another serene renunciation.

The Hatred that I feel when I see people wearing that colour that only I could conceal.