Crimson

Crimson red I'm all dead, not a little, not just some, all like chum, swimming in mud, like worms eating up earth.

blood drips from my head I believe there's a hole in me somewhere

Crimson drips out of me quick, not like a candle wick dripping wax on my lower lip. I feel a clue coming on, like an old 80s joke that needed to be solved, before it was to late.

I write my name in Crimson for all the world to see.

Crimson red I'm dead, what was that you said again? Oh ya, DUCK!!

William Henry Mills JR

5-8-2016