Vermilion is the feel of blood, rushing through your veins.
Dusk when the sun sets in the tired evening.
The smell of a rose, given out of love.
A piercing scream in the dead of night.
Vermilion is the taste of jealousy in the depth of your mind.
The searing heat in the midst of a desert storm.
An apple as you bite into its skin.
The weight of a dark secret, never to be told.
