083.5: Anghet Hoppe-Cruz:: Red 083

Red


My favorite color is
Red.
The color
a pool of blood turns after
breathing in fresh air.
I saw this
Red
For the first time
As he held a knife to her neck.
Red
Bleeding life
The Color of life
I don’t think he meant to hurt her
As he held the knife to her neck.
“Baby girl, grab Daddy a towel”.
I did
“Here daddy.”
Red
Bleeding life
The Color of life
Soaking slowly
into a
Sun Shining
towel
Stained forever
Like me.
Red
Bleeding life
The Color of life
I don’t think they, our
Fathers
meant to really hurt they, our
Mothers.
Or us.
My favorite color is
still
Red
Bleeding Life
The Color of Life
What’s yours?