The red planet.
Not red in lipstick or dresses, but red in shame, red in blame, red in rage.
She may have water on her surface, but those tears are not something you should depend on for survival.
If you do, you will have the water, but she’ll never give you air.
She’ll suffocate the life out of you, not because she wants to, but because that is her nature, and planets take too long to change.
- sorry, I can’t stay.