Cherry Red
There’s a deep cherry red sweetness to her.
The kind that makes you lick your fingers at the end.
Like a sip of cold water on a blazing, sun-soaked terracotta morning. Temporary relief. Only to be left in tortuous, humiliating yearning moments later.
He knew it. She was bright like the sun.
It’s what drew him in and kept him there.
But we all know the myth.
Flying too close to the sun can only ever end in third-degree burns.
~ Cherry Red