Red

the dagger dipped souls,

the body stopped stumped

and

the cloth turned up dark,

crimson.

 

she bled,

she bled,

she bled red blood,

from her red, red veins.

 

it was neither sparkly,

nor glittery,

it was just red

red

blood.

 

but the lost turned it

pure

when really she just bled.

red.

 

bled from the dagger

that stole her warm

and made her cold.

cold and pale and red.

blood red.