Eruption

Scarlet tears Flow

Simple sorrows grow

Running down the hills

Like lava, just fire no frills

So red it's black

So many it's a pack

Welling from under

One can only wonder

What brings on the rupture/ flood

This sad caricature / cascade of blood

With no warning

It needs exploring

It is this cancerous tumor

The fear that I may lose her

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It is I, the fountain of red

As I lie wishing for death in bed