Poetry · Writing

Rouge

Feet trot the damp earth avoiding scattered cry’s of grim reaper. The sirens rang through both sides ear drums of blaring sirens and beepers. The lifeless flounder the bloody beach bathing in full sun and surrounded by weepers. 

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