Red (100 words)

Bold and energetic lusting over a burnt out sky. Shiny and bright toes peeking out amidst brown dust of leathered wear. A soft kiss from a newborn baby presses into the wrinkles of a bright overdone mouth leaking colour into softness. The life flows through unseen until the pain slashes across and pours out into a tube pressed cotton ball. Pumping through and out into a life-giving bag unless your lifestyle prevents your release. A binder of too many things and not enough time pressed pain between temples of furrowed brows. Anger and love spilled across the time's passage.