Challenge
Challenge of the Week CIX
Was that a Question? Begin your entry with a question. Perhaps it's one you know the answer to, and we too will know by the end of our reading. Perhaps it's something you barely fathom an answer for, and will ponder via the pen. You can write anything you want, so long as it begins with a question. Fiction of non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Red
I love her.
She taught me the colour red.
First dancing up to me in that red flamenco dress,
inviting me in with her ruby lips.
I saw her and we were love,
red like the crimson of the flowers I gave her.
We left a trail of scarlet that followed us.
From the love we gave each other.
Or so I thought.
Until I saw her in bed,
with another.
I saw red as I smashed the vase,
as my heart shattered into a thousand pieces.
And I realised it was the trail of blood
as I gave her love and
she pierced my heart once and once again.
I love her.
She taught me the colour red.
But when I saw her last,
red was not the colour I saw.
I loved her.
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