Author’s Note: Today’s prompt: “Hatred is the absence of love.” Again, I just let the words flow, and I think I like it. Please do let me know what you think.
Hatred.
When I think of it,
I imagine red.
Fiery red in the
jealous eyes of an admirer.
Blood red in the
tainted heart of a betrayer.
Rose red in the
smooth hands of a pretender.
Wine red on the
stained lips of an abuser.
Ruby red in the
swirling dress of a manipulator.
Apple red in the
ingenuine smile of an impostor.
Everywhere, red.
In the nooks and crannies of the world.
Bleeding out
drenching the streets in
a violent hue.
People walk along
their feet sloshing through the hate
never noticing
but feeling it
without the words to describe it.
Hatred.
Everywhere.
But hatred is empty.
It is not a visceral thing.
Not something we are born with.
Nor something we seek out.
It finds us
when least we expect it
and it seeps into our soles,
reaches to the ends of our souls
and we do not realise until
it is too late
and it is all we feel.
But hatred is also weak.
We need only combat it with one thing.
Its opposite.
Its superior.
Love.
For hatred is naught but the absence of love.
Find love and we find peace.
For love is also red.
Fiery red.
Blood red.
Rose red.
Wine red.
Ruby red.
Apple red.
Everywhere.
Red.
We must only look and see
Love.
