Bits&Pieces: Red as in crimson.

She drew closer and touched his arm,
patted his bicep with her minuscule hand and huge tramp nails,
reached up  to his shoulder and then ran her hand along his chest
and stomach trying to get way down.
Joe had taken a step back, avoiding her touch, but I still saw red.
Red as in crimson.
Crimson as in blood.
Blood as in I was going to make the bitch bleed.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s