The vivid red
My heart beats out of my chest, sweeping me off my feet like a broom. Although, even if I were to sweep this room, she would be cleaner. The vivid red.
His heart beats out of his chest; bones almost fly out. His legs, like spaghetti, fling themselves as if they have a mind of their own, or like a dog, searching for some poop to eat. The vivid red.
There is nothing in this world that can compare to her. Even the four white walls surrounding us bow, understanding that they hold the greatest secret the world has yet to uncover. The vivid red.
Any place in this world would be a better place than in there, where he and she stay content with one another. I had to get out of the room, though barely standing. My back hunched because my stomach punched itself just looking at it. And the smell, well my nose nearly suffocated itself. The vivid red.
I opened the window to watch the air press against her hair. It was green, and shined so bright, the sun had to blink. Soon, a mockingbird flew by, and in an attempt, tried to sing a tune that could match her, though there was none. I tell you, even ask the mirror, 'whose the fairest of them all' and you would get a picture of her. Her skinny legs but large chest; she is perfect. The vivid red.
There was no window. He spent days carving out a window from the thick padded walls. He did this with a spoon. A spoon! And once he and her saw the outside world, the sun had dropped down faster than a bullet. Only a raven came to visit. The bird of death itself; and yet when the raven tried to speak, it choked and died. I tell you, even the mirror in the public washroom broke after the incident; when he snuck her in there. With her stick legs but fat chest; she is a monster. The vivid red.