He stumbled headfirst into the deep vat
filled with the sluggish maroon
they used to make fake blood from
for the movie industry.
Unable to find footholds or cracks
on the wooden sides and unable to swim,
he drowned almost instantly
in the heaviness of the color.
If only there was a vine with leaves as footholds to climb up to the very sun and dim it's light a little bit, would things in our universe be any different?
Monday, 27 November 2017
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