"All Red" by Reyna Flores

Artist: Mark Rothko
It was all red.  I stood in a red room eating red carrots and red celery.  Drinking red juice and thinking red thoughts.  Nothing mattered.  I hated the world and especially myself.  Anger possessed my mind, body and soul.  At first, when they locked me in here, I screamed and cried for hours on end, but now I am tired and defeated.  The only thing that keeps me going is the fire that is unquenchable inside me.  Just as I was about to lose hope of ever putting out that fire, the painter arrived and painted everything blue.

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