Red

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Lolita gets to a rave and can’t find the group she came with

She only sees strangers faces painted in neon and fog of dust and loud trance

She sees sweaty men in bare skin, while the ladies wore skirts of feather too high to show cuts that sketch their thighs in art

Every figure marches in unity

They all huddle up together then clasp each other’s hands in sync as a circle is formed around Lolita

Eyes pierce through her skin

She sees a fire show behind those faces

Lots of fire everywhere

She hears the ticking of a grenade in her hand

It ticks as the count-down to her trip begins

Heat touches the tips of her muddy hair and sends warmth to her neck

Then a huge flame blows up and bolts right towards her

Lolita ducks with great difficulty

Her body turns heavier by the second

She wheezes in anxiety and struggles to breathe through the thick cloud of coal that sprays her face black

It hasn’t started yet, but all she wants is the end

Her legs power her back up and sprint as fast as they could away towards a highway that illustrates nothing but fast lanes and screeches

The trip:

-When it’s raining mist

And your wipers are broken

Your windshield gets fogged up and your vision of all cars and figures in front of you gets blocked out

You only see one thing,

Break-lights

Lolita only sees break-lights

She sings a fast three blind mice tune along the pound of her heart

“What if I cross the road?” she says out of breath

“Why did the chicken cross the road?” she hears in a sinister smile right behind her ear

“to get to the other side I guess?” she uneasily chuckles

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“Run” this voice demands

-

Then a huge force pushes her back towards the street where cars honk in rage as she walks a path through the gaps that are meant to keep her alive for milliseconds of time

Broken ribs…

Blood…

That’s all she pictures in her head as she dodges between

She gets to the other side, but her hands feel wet

They’re dripping with thick substance

She fears the broken ribs and blood are not virtual reality

Panic kicks in

“Am I hurt?”

“Is anyone hurt?” She thinks to herself

“That’s not blood”

“It has no color”

Bull’s-eye

The leaves around her are green

The sky is shifting between orange and purple

There’s brown and blonde on that squirrel’s tail

The sun’s almost out

Why is she dripping in grey?

Lolita’s head throbs in warmth and distracts her from thinking too much about the liquid dripping down her fingers

Her senses examine all details around her in high definition

It’s like the world has been programmed in intense 5D resolution

She hears a drop of water slide down a leaf and splash onto the ground

Never did she know one drop of water has the ability to create such loud noise

Every beam of light sent out million volts of brightness towards her face

She squints then covers her eyes because it hurts

It does hurt

Her mind volts back to memories that cause an emotional eruption in her body

“I’m not doing well” she thinks to herself

“I’m not good”

Lolita only remembers god when times are tough

“I am not doing good” She repeats in moments of awareness

She forgets to confess, but she needs to because the weight on her shoulder gets too heavy, she can’t get back up on her feet

She crawls to a puddle of muddy water

Looks herself in reflection

And suddenly all sorts of red geometrize her vision

Maroon Cherry Rose Scarlet Ruby Her hands drip with red Her sweaty face flushes in red The fire behind her burns in red Sinister smile Sinister devil, he lingers in red The sun goes down in red Red? Lolita takes a lick of her spiked lollipop once again before she sings Ring Around the Rosy around the flaming car crash she created.