Monday, November 27, 2017

Longing

He stumbled headfirst into the deep vat
filled with the sluggish maroon
they used to make fake blood from
for the movie industry.
Unable to find footholds or cracks
on the wooden sides and unable to swim,
he drowned almost instantly
in the heaviness of the color.

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