Dyed RedA Poem by Aendraelyn KeibetsuFilthy. Dirty. Unclean. Scrubbing, skin burning, he heard the words again. It would have been better if they hadn’t stopped, if they had continued, the words. If they had continued, and not have been dyed, dyed red. © 2015 Aendraelyn Keibetsu |
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