Red

Cherries in the snow

Color prompt: Red. 30 minutes timed writing.

Here is the space in which I can let my words flow from my head, to my heart, and onto the keyboard.

Red

Waking up with my eyes still closed, I see red.

I have overslept, and the sun must be up,

making my eyelids hurt with so much red.

No.

I open my eyes, to a still, dark room at 5 am.

Red is the feeling,

I am carrying in my heart.

Coffee helps to wake me into the reality that is.

The mirror says I need foundation

to even myself out.

Even out my skin tone,

with patches of evident red,

or pink, or whatever you judge it to be.

If you don’t wear foundation, then you don’t know

the work of finding the right tone,

for your skin (or your voice).

Finding the right one,

makes a difference,

and I’ve come close,

but I’m still not there.

I line my lips, in a dark raisin hue

Creating an outline so I

can do my daily lip coloring (and stifling).

Today, I am going to wear red lipstick,

And, maybe, I will start wearing red lipstick everyday.

Red is what I see with my eyes closed,

Red is what I see in the news.

A shade of red lipstick I used to wear was called “cherries in the snow”, and it was the poet Sylvia Plath’s signature lip color, representing power and vibrant femininity.

I no longer wear that red, it might be time to wear it again.

Finding the right red lipstick is even harder than finding the right foundation.

The only red I have now is called Rouge Saint something..

The shade of red I am seeking,

looks great,

on every color of woman.

It adapts to her

personality,

strength,

voice,

and soul perfectly.

It is called “Don’t Fuck With Me, Red”, and I am going to wear it every day.

*DFWMR is a made up lipstick color by me. However, if you find one called this, please let me know!

Until next time,

Deana~