A blank canvas at the artist's disposal
A plan for monochromatic red
Red.
Mother's favourite colour
The colour that carried her fiery passion
In her dresses
Her lipstick and bindi
The costumes she wore for marriage
The colour of the roses left at her death portrait.
A calculated stroke of a warm cherry red.
Red continues....
The evening light caught on a red silk tie
The boy always in red
Casually wears a red plaid jacket
A red backpack always on his shoulders
The red followed him everywhere.
And I followed the red....
I gave puzzle pieces of myself
She listened to my ramblings
She praised my accomplishments
She seemed to greatly care for me.
When no one else would
But before long the red grew darker
She started to dismiss my ramblings
Her praise disappeared into ashes
The pieces manipulated by her hand.
A deep dark red slashed on the canvas...
Did the girl ever love me?
Reckless, dangerous and messy
Or was I just a fun new toy?
Covering the warm cherry red...
Red was such a beautiful colour
But now it just ruins the canvas.
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