Red was the color of the sea, she held it close to her cheeks on nights run a foul. She said I was the color of heart.
Red was the night you fled, looking to be a star. Much I cried in sleepless nights; the color of my eyes bleeding for a self that would never be, a butterfly as you.
Red was the color of your lips, so young and so still.
I pulled myself together from fragments but I am not what I was nor will be.
The worms eat at my soul and you; you flew to the stars.—dago
*In the broken & mirrored footsteps of William Blake's "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell." I try to combine my own created images with short and often dark pithy stories that slightly shimmer of joy. I am Mar, a.k.a Dago. Follow me @history4me2
*photo of me using photoshop, 2015.