Irene

Red. Bloody red.
I see red and red all over.
Wine red bleached with black,
delicious --
Some times she gets so crazy I
I just want to seize her
Dig my nails into the ball of her shoulder
Pin her against the wall and and
rattle her ding ding dong
Pull on miss goldilocks of the valley
Until she bleeds
Rip from the roots
Torn from the seeds
Until I see       red.
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Irene

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