On winter snow, they bleed their precious life out.
Dry, desiccated petals and leaves, preserved at the height of their beauty.
Frozen within and without, still they bleed.
Abstract scarlet notions and memories of murderous rage.
Staining the snow with their fury,
their history of violence.
Sacred untouched snow, defiled by this bloody blight,
All the life of the world squeezed
Tight in this vicious vice –
A death embrace.
Portending and foreboding
All icy tension and terrifying anticipation
Waiting for the madness
Waiting for the inevitable destruction.
A threat
and the chill of the world’s winter.
It sets a tone.
It paints a mood.
It bleeds warning and danger.
Coming November 2018
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