Red Dye Number 36

Spiders with blades for legs glow as they writhe

Into the glass tunnels of my heart, and

Drain all the feelings with their needle



Miserable crystal people shatter into

Oceans of blood; a game of

Hangman deep within a mirror

Dungeon block.


When the time is right the

Serpent strikes; tongue forked like a

Bolt of lightning in a

Bullet chamber.



The End

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