Screaming Crimson

Screaming crimson lips dried of sugared words,

A barren stretch of cracked volcanic surface, kissed by thirst,

From deep in its hollows ready to burst,

To feed or drink the heaviness is purpose, a wretched curse,

The voice of the mind a shuddering lightening,

Instant flashes qualms screeching in the shadows, surely frightening,

A thundering on deaf ears that reprimands politely,

Behaviours reigning wild in unspoken shallows, the intentions biting…

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