Red was everywhere she looked, a stuffed picnic of red in this and that.
The right red was so hard to find to compliment her skin tones.
She was a volcanic creature with erupting irritabilities and a hot pepper tongue burning those who got too close to her secret second skin.
Give her a cold blue coat any day to keep them away; she didn’t like people when they fussed about her.
Her new guy cooled her down to the right temperature, well most days he did.
She would tell him today about her dream where she undressed him and his skin by each touch of her hand became delicious and hot.
It made her feel ready and good.
“Your colour is what I’d call ripe tomato” she told him licking the blade.
She wasn’t going to bother paying his shrink bill; she’d leave it in the red.