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Crimson
It is hard.
This bed of dense cellulose,
flaked
with red scars.
How glorious!
To look down,
at your own three fingers
as they falter.
Sunlight can no longer satiate their famine.
A thousand latent veins
surface
and weave into meshes,
Battle: Red vs. Green
(the winner declared ante bellum,
accepted,
history.)
So your skin shrivels up,
crimson chokes you,
crawls in, tugs
at your arms, your heart.
Now you are a flame.
“I am radiant!”
some last thoughts?
etched on the stomates of your flesh.
As you exhale and let go, freefalling
in forty degrees cold
Sweet darling landing on the grass, you take away
a tropical girl’s breathe.
She freezes
Her eyes see New England heaven.
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This piece was written underneath a crimson maple tree. In September.