a crimson idol

a crimson idol

no one has blood
spewing from their aorta
or leaking from a failed
bar love anymore. in horror,
it’s dolled, in bleak black
adjectives blanked in a tint
of dilated nothingness around
a diabetic’s circulation (in
every array of the same
color from every angle found).
it seems like a loss to start
or to try and move in any
possible direction when you’re
lost in a homage of remelted
crayons frozen in time.




"The Writer's Cramp"  13+: Write the best story or poem in 24 hours or less and win 10,000 GPs!


Prompt: Write a story or poem about a crimson idol.


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