I flee enkindling flower fields

devouring me.

As I’m bound to choke I roll the dice

in trembling skin and bones which starve of life

filled in hopes of witnessing

the crack of dawn arise

Yet imbued in the cataclysmic sky above

My midheaven dreams

stained crimson blood

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