Within the Violet
Within the deepest shade of poison blue,
The liquid flows through widened tubes.
Quickly staining a dark red gradient into
Itself. Thick violet runs between the two.
A sharp, serrated edge strikes fiercely by-
A chrome reflection that catches my eye.
Only a mere scratch the length of a fly
But blankets my vision with an overgrown sty.
Desperate for reason while baring none at all,
She’ll stand atop her crackling pedestal
Then stares below, always preparing to fall-
Instead, smashes her fruit against the wall.
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