Blogword No. 19: Red

There was something about the way she had looked that night

The richness of the silk draped around her

or the glorious hue of the glass on her wrists

And the smile on her tinted lips…

Nobody saw her red rimmed eyes

Or the trembling of her hands

Or noticed how she kept touching her clothes

Nobody knew…

Except her…

The reason the silk was so red, or her bangles so quiet…

Only she could see where his blood had left a stain…