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Blankets covered the floor White like forgotten snow Ruffled in places, Dust settled, grey patches in White Foot touches floor, the blanket seeps red Like a virus spreading , Consuming the white The floor now like a wine, A smell of copper I touch the crimson, A ripple spreads across the room, From wall to wall, Ripples come together forming more, Then towards me they encroach Liquid, Scarlet, Waves, Washing over my feet, A grip I feel as the crimson Pulls, Seduces, Wrenches, At my feet, I collapse like a toppled tree, The waves crash upon the wooden floor Each like a hook pulling me in more, Then I am consumed Underneath the waves of crimson death There is only darkness, My screams unheard Not alive, Not yet dead, I look up as the crimson turns white, And where once there was liquid There is now white sheets waiting patiently For those who don't tread carefully Only death does await.
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Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC
Dust Sheets
Blankets covered the floor White like forgotten snow Ruffled in places, Dust settled, grey patches in White Foot touches floor, the blanket seeps red Like a virus spreading , Consuming the white The floor now like a wine, A smell of copper I touch the crimson, A ripple spreads across the room, From wall to wall, Ripples come together forming more, Then towards me they encroach Liquid, Scarlet, Waves, Washing over my feet, A grip I feel as the crimson Pulls, Seduces, Wrenches, At my feet, I collapse like a toppled tree, The waves crash upon the wooden floor Each like a hook pulling me in more, Then I am consumed Underneath the waves of crimson death There is only darkness, My screams unheard Not alive, Not yet dead, I look up as the crimson turns white, And where once there was liquid There is now white sheets waiting patiently For those who don't tread carefully Only death does await.
#wine#death#red#waves#scarlet#virus#liquid#copper
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Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC
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