The color red is infectious and angry.

It grabs on to everything it touches and holds it in its flaming hands,

Never letting go.

The color red screams hot fire,

Burning my ears with every harsh syllable

And scorching my feelings too.

The color red feels rough.

It scratches my skin

And tears at my brain.

The color red stings my eyes.

Forcing salt to stream down my face

And into an open wound.

The color green never yells,

Never hurts me,

And never holds on too tight.

The color green is warm,

Not too red

And not too blue.

The color green whispers to me.

It is a soft blanket

Welcoming me home.