The Frame
Bits, pieces
Shattered, lying on the floor
The Monster prowls
Snarls among the fragments
Of a once whole picture
Tearing,
Shredding
Through the ruins
Ruby Droplets soak the earth
Mingle with the aquamarine diamonds
Shed
The Frame, broken
Rests
In violent peace.
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