Day 18: “R is for “Red”. Write about the color Red.”
Read is the colour for whores. At least in my head that is true. Hold on, I have proof.
“Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don’t have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne
You don’t have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don’t care if it’s wrong or if it’s right”
Blame it on The Police because they wrote the song.
I have always hated red. It stands for everything bad. Blood, police sirens, stop signs and stop lights, nasty strawberries with their little bitty suspicious seeds, the poppies that put Dorothy and her friends asleep, fire that burned my house down to the ground and the cock with red comb that attacked me when I tried to feed it.
Red is the colour I hate.
It was in the blood that I shed the most as a small child. It represented the pain, the terror, the tears, and the lost of innocence. Red spoke in anger, rage, and pure evil hate. It burns my skin and ravishes my brain since those childhood days.
What do you think of red?
Excerpt From: Scott Green. “397 Journal Writing Prompts & Ideas.” Apple Books.
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