Red FlagA Poem by TrueRealityBefore each day, my left sleeve conceals more of my arm like a high tide. Hiding the cherry stained waves from every lifeguard. The crudely sharpened shark fins danced, below those pure white clouds with their olive accents, leaving the wounding waves of reddened water. As the moon falls, The tide rises, concealing the mauled flesh, and waves of reddened water. © 2018 TrueReality |
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