Seeing Red

Seeing Red

He wanted to make beautiful ribbons, he pled, he wanted to make beautiful ribbons.

He wanted to make something beautiful, he fled, he wanted to be something beautiful.

A sane person calls, they fed, a sane person eventually calls.

Screams and shouts for help, they led, relief from the terror over staring, they shed.

He needed to be something more, I said.

You instructed to be something more, I read.

I wanted to be something more, I bled.