Diffuse

Red, red, red in the oranges
of claustrophobic totality,
she roams crazed. Tearing
apart those tears of rage,
hopes set under her hoods
of void.

The rot crawls up her veins,
fed in the luxury of screams
tight; a cold compress of
thawing claws deep within.

Unfurls and unfolding, those
swirls of early grey, preys of
devolving self.

I become her, armor of blood
and rage.