Red Hot Pain

 

Have you heard about Pain?
Not the kind that burns the side of your hand
And scorches your skin to the tip of your nerves

This one settles slowly in your heart
As that unnoticed kid in the last bench
Easily forgotten!

But with each passing second, it gets more comfortable
And as the familiar heaviness sets in
Suddenly you wonder why it feels like
Liquid bleach in your throat

This ache, this burning ache is not sweet
It doesn’t forgive or forget
Just burns amber red 

Adorning the hollow of your rib cage
As a reminder to the remnants of your erstwhile heart!

And in that moment you think
Red - the color of love, is the same as the color of pain