- Vol. 04
- Chapter 11
The colour of blood, a flood of metallic energy.
The pillar box of anger, dagger words angled to hurt.
The splatter of night-time thrills, spills of lacy teasers, lipstick smudges.
The bright, notice me flag, rag to the bull syndrome.
The power of the go-getter, manipulator and me first.
The two tribes of war sure of their right, their cause.
The hot-head, the passionate, the car-crash of all-consuming red mist.
Splash wall swatches in shades of raid red to crimson and raspberry.
Now give yourself up to the fiery heat, sunset sweet, sky-falling ah’s.