Red

It begins with a single drop...

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Red

A drop,

a trickle

redness through a rent.

A salty streamlet,

fiercely burning.

Pulsing.

River of red,

River of the Dead.

Inspiration

I wrote this poem after imagining the visual progression of blood flowing from a slashed wrist.

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AI was used solely to create the accompanying artwork.
No AI was used in the writing of this poem.

Red is a contemporary poem by Catherine Knee exploring symbolism, mortality, loss and the powerful emotional impact of minimalist poetry.