Red Pain

She is confused,
while turning red,
red with anger,
arms turning red with pain.
Red running down her cheeks.
Unable to run.
Unable to hide.
Knowing she had been caught.
She is now repenting,
wishing this all away.
But its too late.
Her soul screaming.
The heart she once knew burst with red silence.
No one can hear her cries of pain.
Her cries of red,
tumbelling from her mouth,
spilling from her white lips to the floor.
A trail follows her where ever she goes.
Forming her past,
what she knows,
and had to undergo.
Pain of red screams push out of the bottle.
the bottle holding all of this red pain.
The bottle burst expelling red everywhere,
telling her past of red.
it was too late.
She hides in a corner of her room crying red and screaming blood.