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Pure Red
June 5, 2014
Red.
All there is is
Red.
All I can see is
Red.
My hand curls up
And my nostrils flare.
I try
To count to ten.
It doesn’t work.
It never works.
Nothing. Ever.
Works!
The red is still there,
And I can hear
The blood pounding
Through my body.
The smell
Of my sweat
Flows into my nostrils.
Clouding over everything.
And I can still see
Red!
My clenched fist
Starts to shake .
I draw back
My arm
And let it fly.
Whistling through the air.
A solid thump
Is what I’m met with.
And the wall buckled.
I wish it was him.
© Lauren S., Forest Hills, NY
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