Crimson.
A reminder of your laugh.
Scarlet.
That face you pulled
When you were scared.
The colours that lay
Before me.
A cold body,
An ethereal odour,
Constant nagging
In my head.
Heavy hands fed up
Of holding onto memories.
The silver glistens
As I glance at the mirror,
But you’re still here.
Drip. Deep red.
A reminder you’re no longer alive
Just lying there,
Helplessly dead.
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