Red (Poem)

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A poem based on a book I like.

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Red.

Your blood.

My teeth. My mouth.

Red cloak, red grin,

red scarlet streams.

It tastes

like death

but here's the thing–

death just tastes red

and red tastes sweet.

It tastes like thunder and it tastes like screams.

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