Tinted gloss still in my pocket
There is red on my fingernails
Lacquered and shiny
There is red in my hair
Highlights and lowlights and lights in between
There is red on my neck
A velvet collar marking me as claimed
There is red on my shirt
On my pants
On my skin
On the floor
As the blood slowly eats what it can
There was red in his eyes
Before he grabbed the knife
And he painted the world to match
His vision
