Red
The end of red happens when he leans down, pressed against the curb and touches the earth. Which is rugged road turned black tar top. He remembers the moment they fell in love, and her hands tremor at the source of light he emits – eyes half shut, he closes the door of her mind, hard and rusted, against the memory of their son. The darkness around his eyes: too much sleep, no sleep; there is nothing left for his body. His soul is trapped in the red cage of hopelessness. She sees him then, a ghost, driving the last hundred miles of his feet. Her heart falls open.
~Hammeh
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