Challenge
Fresh Blood
poetry/prose
Squish Squash Up To My Knees
I walk in the blush of his blood
black wine of the moon
magenta diamonds on my soul
drenched in bittersweet tears
I watch as his death flows
in crimson streams
the kiss of death
magenta moisture pooling
claret karma entrapping him
embroidered vermillion drops
I turn my head
and walk on alone.
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