POEM STARTER
Write a poem inspired by a colour.
Red
Pure. Fucking. Red.
Something needs to burn.
Something needs to die.
Something needs to bleed,
To tear,
To shatter.
_(Preferably me)_
What if I grabbed a steak knife and painted my arms and legs and stomach in red?
What if I struck a match and watched my skin boil, watched the stars disappear to smoke?
What if I screamed until my lungs gave out, peeled my skin off, smashed my fists and feet through the walls of my room?
Then they’d all understand.
I wouldn’t need words, useless fucking words.
They would know. They would see what my head is like.
Would they lock me up?
Or would I slip away first?
Escape this shitstorm people call being alive?
What would happen?
Could I make it out…?