#SoulBitsOnFire, Poetry

Day One: Scarlet

You remind me of a brilliant red color


Heinous in your crimes

You have men addicted to caressing your flesh

Blushing cheeks beneath their handsGentlemen oblivious to what they came for

But time and time again they arrive

Escaping at dawn with pain in their eyes

Their facade broken and divided

Parading around in the early street life with their heart on their sleeves and loose ties

Tears in their eyes

The boy in them crying about how the pain of their mother lives in her eyes



Run it...