scattered pieces, dulled
the red cemented floor
of its glitter
enticing
...blinds
dare not one touch
the tiny specks cut
rough, with jagged edge
leaving scars before the bleed
...of blood that clots, before
the flow
the red floor waiting for
what one sheds from veins
of blue
droplets of rotting brown
or perhaps a shining
black
what broke, or caused
a cost, a curse
one can guess
but never
never
knows
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