A color too many have lived.
It exists only in my head.
I have never seen an exact visual match to date.
My mind can wrap so clearly around this color.
It envelopes me.
Restricts my breathing.
Its thickness reeks of contagion.
It quickly attaches itself to my children.
A hatred multiplier.
An ever more crimson darkness settles comfortably in.
The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed,
a stronghold in times of trouble. Psalm 9 verse 9