Away the Red

March 11th, 2021

Pull ore out from the core.

A wash, trickle, drops, dried, sealed.

Liquid, wet-on-dry to clear.

Away the red, away the redness.

Tight wrapping, end-over-end, stained.

Pull more out of the arc.

Pointed sticks barbed with fury.

Flinch with each, torn flesh screams.

Water ducts pour rain out founts.

Soul reels from possible,

Trusted to be impossible.