Tonight at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are celebrating the color Red. Sarahsouthwest is our host tonight.
Yeah. Red.
Red reminds me
of you. That careless
blur of candy-slut-red
lipstick that tainted your
white-on-white shirt.
I got rid of
the stain —
but you failed
to get rid of its carrier.
Crimson Red.
Like my face
upon the realization
that everyone knew
(even your mother!)
but me.
Hot Carmine
blood raging through
my veins
like wildfire as
I load
my Glock 43.
I love the way you pull the different shades of red into your story, and I love love love that ending.
Wow… this is red hot red! I can feel the pulsing of anger all the way through! Such great images!
A woman’s scorn, indeed; great use of the red prompt, and exciting POV with the message, Woe to the man who cheats on you.
Actually, my alter ego Shelley, wrote that. I’m quite the opposite. In any case, so glad you enjoyed!
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I liked description of the stain on the shirt being removable, but not the one who made the stain.
Loved the ending! Truly enjoyed the way you painted red in various ways throughout the poem.
I like the red attitude in your poem, Susan, and all the different shades.These lines are ominous:
‘I got rid of
the stain —
but you failed
to get rid of its carrier.’
I like that final line to the poem. Red is my favorite color and you played it up in all its meaning.
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Ergo, the Ogre 
Tell it like it is