An Agony

An Agony

From every pore
A pang
Sprung forth

Blood blew
The wound off the
Seismic shift
of ligaments

Needs not the
Pageant of gore, for

Even more grim
Than the pomp of
Crimson

Is an agony
Cleaned of
Color

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