A red sky
Bright in the center
silhouette arms
In the foreground
reaching for one another
Or, no wait
They already have hold of each other
No,
One has hold of the other
Yeah,
One has the other by the wrist,
trying to break it,
trying to tear the skin off,
get at the meat and tendons,
to tear them apart and
make it useless

But they're only shadow
after all
The clawing arm can't
keep up with
it's own violence
They lose their forms
and drift upwards
same as all smoke

It's still red
but in a kaleidoscope way
All swirls and no form
Oh, maybe that's a bird?
Yes, a vulture I think
and it's still red