Red
as her eyes in the mirror
as blood dark as the afghan carpet
opium poppies, sleep and forgetting
the scarlet soles of her sandals
the light that shows something isn’t working
the glass she lifts at the end of the day
the sky that says, it’s going to get betterBernardine Coverly
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