The Thousand Colors of the Blood Red Sky


The tea in my mouth is swirling around the blood

I’ve bitten my lip and I’ve crunched my teeth upon a steel cable

and now my tongue is on fire.

If I could see inside, there would be so much red,

from the black cherry tea, from the pain, from the anger.

I swallow it all.

I look into the cup and see myself.


The End

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