Her blazing red face
The hand-me-down dress, red
Too big on top
Slips down over reddening shoulders
Her wrist a red band
Circled with fire-red carnations
Matching her date's slippery red cummerbund
His ruddy cheeks stretched into a smug, hateful grin
A horseshoe of classmates
Red mouths agape with taunting guffaws
As fury, red, dark and deep
Fills and fills an unseen well
Carefully-painted red fingertips
Curl into a righteous fist
Meet their mark with the force of red rage
Red blood slides down the impostor's upper lip
Our heroine exits, cradling swollen red knuckles.
Today’s prompt is an incantatory color poem. http://www.napowrimo.net/2011/04/day-18/
