The Red Outlines Poem by Alex Vega

The Red Outlines



The lifeless vines still seem like they're weaving their way through
victim's darkest secrets till they're broken to the point of no return. Bul little do they realize that this imaginative world is not reality, onlythe empty void inbetween. Parallell are the two worlds which linger ever so lightly over your consceince. Then you open your eyes six-feet inthe air and discover your the only survivor inthis horror story, even the thought itself is red, covered with the deep red outlines...Everything is.

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