Sea of Red
Drowning in a sea of red
Yet, that isn't quite true
The lipstick on the mirror
Hinted at a deeper hue
The lipstick on her lips
Masks the shade a bit truer
The merlot, dark and rich
Hovered on an evening's maroon
The binding, in crushed velvet
Containing the truest read
The crimson second skin
Hiding the flush below
Heels held up by blades
Bleeding their desires raw
A smile parted wide
As the story draws closed
A smile parted wide
As the sun sets scarlet
A sea of red gives way to night
And the burn-in shapes
Of endless possibilities
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