A Free Verse
Of crimson red tears
She grieves for abuse
She weeps for neglect
She gravely fears
The end is near
For this game of greed
A tug-of-war between her and us—
Whoever turns first into dust
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In response to Shapeshifting 13 #47 KICKOFF (Ghouls on Rainbows): RED
This week, in exactly 39 words, your challenge is to write a story or poem inspired by the color in the image.