Red
As an apple
Pierced by a silver arrow
Sitting atop a school's desk
Eat it, or no not yet
Red
As a rose
The sharp-stemmed beauty
Cupped petals fine as fingers
Their dew drops still linger
Red
As a toy
Plastic and artificial
Squeaking midst the laughing cries
Children's voices shrieking high
Red
As a heart
Loving, caring, so kind
Beating ugly in the panicked chest
Death will be its only rest
Red
As the blood
Staining wounds, cruelly inflicted
Dabbed on lips of ruby shine
And on hands, both yours and mine
Red
As the tree
Turning from life to death
Raining hand-like leaves
The barren trunk still grieves
Red
As her cheeks
Color blooming through paleness
Snow skin pierced like the apple
With the color of giggling joy
Red
Is hope, is love, is pain, is loss
Red is merriment