Describe the word red without using the word red.

When you dip in her in the middle of the dance floor, it is the color of her dress. When she whispers into your ear, it is the color of her lips. When you make love, it is the traces you want her to leave all over your body. When she places her palm over your heart, it is the color that comes to the surface as her fingertips trail like a sentence that can never be finished. When you see her in your bedroom with another, it is the color of your breath. When you smash the vase in the hallway, it is the color that threatens you to abandon the shattered pieces. When you scream at the top of your lungs, it is the color that pierces the atmosphere. When she hears you, it is the color of her pulse. When you look into her eyes for the last time, it is the fading of your heart falling to your knees. It is not the color you see when she leaves.

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