Clouds were Crimson Red

Clouds were Crimson Red,
So was the fluid dripping from her hand.
It was a lovely evening until she stumbled on the stand.

She balanced herself somehow and licked her creamy right wrist,
But her red goggles fell, which were giving her life a zombiesque twist.

Such is the imagination of a child.


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