The Color Red

 

this X drawn on my skin
in red
like the shed blood
of those whose skin is exposed
to the brutality of a whip
of endless days
or a line, all chained together,
of empty faces
gaunt with lost hope-

whispers in the night
hint of safety
but they turn their face away
and suffer another blow
because they dared
to hope

when will it end?
will it end with you and me?

this isn’t just
an X
drawn with a marker

they say X marks the spot.

what spot?
this spot?
mine? yours?
theirs?

it doesn’t end with the color red
it starts there

(Featured image credits: https://enditmovement.com/)

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