The Color Red


My lashes close to glimpse the color red;
I sense a brush of ash upon my face.
The fire's place is safer than my bed.

I whisper mad prayer, curl hands over head;
Your next-room hooves beat my ears with cruel pace.
My lashes close to glimpse the color red.

I played hide and go seek and then charade;
A Pleiade nymph, my body then embraced.
The fire's place is safer than my bed.

Your this-room hooves search for already dead;
Your autocratic jaw looms near with haste.
My lashes close to glimpse the color red.

I feel smoke shoot in like an arrow's head;
Your black-brute hooves feel up-and-down my waist.
The fire's place is safer than my bed.

Too late, my lightning heart beat could not tread
Where fear could not ensnare my hiding place.
My lashes close to glimpse the color red;
The fire's place is safer than my bed.

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