Rouge.

Haematids painting mirrors through her skin,

Enriching it with crimson ways of smear,

Lingering in a node of shame and sin,

Pretending she will never go back there.

Meaningless words in languages unknown.

Enhance her throbbing core of aching stone.

Poor fingers, who paint mirrors on her flesh!

Lingering on that heart of sinful shame! 

Enriching smear in crimson alleyways,

And urging her to act both fair and tame, 

Surrendering to words she does not know,

Easing into her tiny heart of snow. 

Hegemonies of adulthood grow tall,

Even within the mirrors she withholds, 

Luring her cryptic message which unfolds,

Providing us with this her silent call.

He laughs it off and so does adulthood.
Even though he has plainly understood.

He laughs, and so does everyone around.

A mirth of mocking, ribbing wicked sounds.

Rebellious germs pitpating in her blood,

Ashamed and sinful, picking their way out,

Surrender to those words she now does know,

Surrendering, in droplets red and stout,

Enriching smear in crimson alleyways,

She cuts and cuts, no more is left to say.

Magenta words are fading into black,

Embrace such gift, for she will not come back. 

Addah Monoceros.