Tracking blood on sordid ground
The quicksand ensnares my feet
In my own pond I have drowned
Entrenched in the hard concrete
The grimness engulfs like a curl
The distance I fail to reach
The oyster who lost its pearl
On the shore of an abandoned beach
The angel met the devil; now in cahoots
They birthed a being so warm and red
Flailing amid the thorny roots
A scarlet letter branded on her head
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