367 – Red

The loss
Of young girl’s innocence.

The taste
In a fighter’s lips.

The song
In a heart’s desire.

The stains
In a butcher’s hands.

The light
In a sunset’s dream.

The fear
In a prey’s escape.

The joy
In a child’s embrace.

The pool
In a soldier’s fall.

The scent
In a lover’s rose.

The burn
In a bullet’s bite.

All here,
All now,
All everything,
All emptiness.

All red.