Red

Praise the softness of my plaster

As my distress wears out faster

Sinking into warmth, deep

Trusting fully until asleep

Calms me down, 'it's ok'

It is safe for a stay

Long hours staring eyes

Bruises heal, time flies

I climb asylum into the chest

Watch the mouth, watch the rest

Hypnosis with smoke

Mannerisms to provoke

Fingers through hair as a star

Vain grimace in disregard

Fighting imaginary-swords

Entertaining, playing with words

Long winding to close the door

Found the scarf you were looking for

I could wet, dry and die

After 'what?', 'why?', 'can I?'

Voice pattern makes me cry

Red gets white, why, why?