You know the saying "seeing red" it is used to refer to the idea of being angry. It is supposed to be symbolic of being unable to see past your anger. But it isn't symbolic. It is literal. I am seeing red. Anger overcomes the soul, It gives me visions of breaking glass houses, stabbing walls that bleed red paint. It makes hot tears stream down my face. I drown searching for the air that brings peace, that brings hope. The salt water from my body burns my lungs. I scream for help to be rescued, to feel joy, to see blue and purple hues haloed around each object in sight. I am wandering in this deep red sea of pain looking for the glow of the heavenly side of this earth. It exists I know it does. I once frolicked amongst the blue rose gardens, smelled of their sweet blossoms. I was their lover, their caretaker. I helped heavens light grow around everyone in that heavenly earth. What are these thorn bushes my skirt is ensnared in, they prod me and tear me until tears, red tears pour out of my eyes and body. I will break away. I will run free to my sweet garden. I will fill the heads of my lovers with the blue rose scent. I must run, I must run.