Grace McDonough

April 19, 2000 - Wichita, Kansas


Red is the stopping
and starting again
Red is the rebirth
The earth
At its center
The rust underneath
Red is the blood that runs down my leg
Past my knee at thirteen
Red are the sopping wet panties
Red is my hair at twenty
My red heart aches tonight
Even though i’ve been doing everything right
I want to cling on to you
Like words to a tune
Cause at the moment i’m blue
Make everything go red
When you walk in a room
That's you
Like blood
Like rebirth
Like a love song
Like me
The deep red sea
We churn underneath
And we bleed and
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