The passion of hate- The fury- The heat
What color is this hatred- that paints the sky tonight?
It burns in the streetlights as she panics- as she runs.
The pitter-patter of her feet drumming out the beating of her heart..
Can't stop- Can't stop- Don't look- Can't look- Back now..
Breathe- 1,2,3- Breathe in, breathe out-
The clinking along the sidewalk.. a little boy.. the knife in his hand -click, click, clicking- against the chain link fence.. the blood on his shoes cackling as the light hits it- and the metalic glow is blinding.
'Run, girl- Run. Get away from here....'
Yields the old man from his rocking chair.. shotgun pitched up against the stairs to the rickety old wooden porch.. The thick tissue along the nape of his neck soaking up the moonlight.. such scars were meant to tell a story.
A rustling in the alleyway.. what's this- a little girl? Don't slow down- can't stop now- But can she help the poor thing? And as she slows, a shriek- a haunting giggle.. a hand pierces the night's light- hits the cold concrete seamlessly- laced in red, red, red....
'Run, girl, run.'
Breathe, girl, breathe. In, out. Out of focus.. inside out.. Already heavy breaths become thicker, thicker.
'Run, girl, run.'
And stop.
A glass house.. a dead end. And there she is.. after all the cruelty she has seen.. she finds in here the ghost.. The phantom behind the murder and deceit. And murder wears a red dress. Red like passion. Red like fury. Red like hate. And deeper now as she looks she sees the knife at the phantom's left.. the scarlet lace at right.. the scar just on her neck.. And what else? But her own reflection staring back at her.
And murder wears a red dress.... Red. Like. Hate.
Jessy Liz
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