Red

Please stop the red, the flush and the heat,

Internal pressure, rapid rapid heartbeat ,
Fingers paralyzed into fists, arms weak, 
Legs in involuntary arrhythmic tweak.

Nose flared, insides want out,
Teeth are now clenched, forced closure of mouth, 
Skin tingling in waves, faint smell of piss,
A head will not rise when subdued by own fists.

Impasse, silence, spite and disdain,
The moments arrived, quick, sharp pain,
The door slams, nothing left but the shame,
And the feeling that someday it wont end the same.

Some day the Red will change who I am,
The pressure will ease ,eyes not bulge like dams,
Teeth will unclench and jaw will slack,
But instead of the Red there will be just the Black.