Some Kind of Red Crud
(By –FlyTrapMan–)
Hey! What’s that on the walls? Some kind of red crud.
Disaster. Plastered. Splattered.
Beautifully bleeding red—
Dried blooms of dripping blood.
*Bloody-Cruddy poem & image by FlyTrapMan (Click here to visit and follow his blog). ❤
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Now that is truly gruesome!
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I guess I won’t be giving you dried blooms of red anytime soon then!
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Wonderfully spooky.
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You’ve also described Fly in those two words! 😀
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Perfect for this poem! Thanks T. xo
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