red lens

 

A red lens

I look at you and see a mess of thick oozing crimson juice.

It pools beneath a large lump of red

chewed up and spit out bubblegum;

I stomp on it one last time.

Brittle bone pierces the sole of my foot,

You pierce my soul.

This is the closest we have ever been.

The red lens is gone,

“I’m fine”

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