Red Flowers, Redder Skies

I was once taken to a land,
Bloodied were the skies,
Charred were the poppies.

Endless were the flower beds,
Stretching towards a horizon I could not see.

'Lone was the figure in the distance,
Figureless as smoke, wispy as fog,
Eyes a despairing sludge,

Its mouth open in a piercing scream,
Static and loud, piercing and sharp.

"Leave," it says in lifeless warning,
"You're not supposed to be here."
Unnerving and unnatural,
It croaks out of you.

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this is mostly for me

1662 current words, multi-chapter, inconsistent updates, ongoing

*dark themes that may make readers uncomfortable. please read with caution. you've been warned*