Red.

They claw at my eyes
and make me believe
red is the loveliest color.

The shade of roses full bloom
and hearts drawn on love letters
and ribbons that little girls
tie into their pigtails.

But it's also the color of blood
the scars that don't fade
the water that runs into the drain
the inside of my thighs and wrists
the organs inside of me.

And they make it all to be
so lovely and pure
the color of all good in the world
when it is actually the color of my demons.