Red Mirror

“Blood on the ground?”

I repeat as I hop down...

from the bar.

“Yup, We leave blood on the ground my, (you know, I can’t even type it)”

He brags as he dips and dips.

“I think I know what you mean.”

I say.

“Yeah? What would you know about that with your...

white easy life?”

He asks with a chuckle.

*NO BEATS SKIPPED*

“Well I know many are comfortable with the watered down phrase ‘ride R die’

But as soon as I

held my first child I knew.

I KNEW! It was “Ride...Die...Kill” for me.”

I contend.

“Kill?! (teeth sucked), Yooooooou never killed.”

He prods as he shakes the acid through his arms.

“I have...

I’ve also seen blood drip and gather on the floor and met my scarlet reflection there.

In the very life line to my boy...my boy...

Blood left on the ground that spoke to me...You’d Ride Die Kill for this one.”

I brag as I stand still.

“Deadass? Saw your reflection?

Y’actually saw your reflection? Blue eyes made red and all?”

He doubts.

“Yes I did. I saw my red blood. I saw her red blood. I saw his red blood...

I saw your.

Red.

Blood.”

I say, with my Harlem seasoned Southern swag...the meager two coin I own.

“A mirror that reflects all faces back, huh? White is red black is red? All that?”

He asks.

“A blood mirror."

"Bloody mirror."

"A mirror of blood. Those all sounds like great titles to something.”

I wonder.

I can see him wonder too. Then.

“You gonna hit the bar again or just stand there chomp’n?”

He chided.

“My arms are spent but I will make the attempt to go past failure...

although I have failed at that try before.”

“Ride. Die. Kill. I’m going to steal that one.”

He laughs.

“Please do. I am one thousand percent, going to steal left blood on the ground from you”

“Bro. You strange as fuck, you know that?”

“Weird is wonderful, I looked it up.

Plus it takes one to know one. My brother. Maybe we both are a bit unique.”

“Ready to run?”

“You know it.”

Off we went.

Ride.

Die.

Kill.

The message received

from Blood on the ground.