Show me red

A primal red that floods your cheeks

The transient shade of life before diluted

The kind of rage that bares its teeth

The slick of a knife against the carotid.

Make him feel it

The scorching heat unrefined and brash

The incessant pulse behind his eyes

His fevered, festering skin with Staph.

From the whore's nails dipped in lye.

Show no mercy

When he wears your ring around his neck

And begs to have a word

Steel yourself for his attack

Remember all he's done. This is war.