Blood Red Garnet

vermillion sunset
and the lovers held in witness
the hearts broken
lives shaped
during the days death
a color coinciding with

that scarlet lipstick
that he tried on alone
tasting the brightness of the wax
and the sweetness of freedom
the adulterous pigment on the collar
bearing a fearful semblance to

the burgundy blood
blooming on her delicte, pale wrist
blossoming around the bullet
in his youthful chest
garnets of pain
identical to the hue of

the rufescent original sin
the birth of pain
and apex of atrocities
that glowing apple
a delightful shade
of beautiful, toxic, red.

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