The Lady in Red

Red was a color of many different words. Love; the sweet lingering of a heart's first bloom. Anger; the vicious glare of a mind's true passion. Pain; the sickening fluid that ran through our veins. Each and every word was tied to my color - I predicted it doomed me from the start.

~Entered in break.my.bones' Worth 1,000 Words contest. I received an honorable mention.