Chika Unigwe
The three of us
Clothed in normalcy
Framed by rich oak wood
With hues of red
Red
I should have known
When I met you
That you were
A bull waiting to snap
Red
The colour of danger
I have always been warned
But I saw you
In hues of brown
Red
What was it
That set you off?
Pulled us all
To a dinner with the devil.