Poetry Design: Save Glimmer

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For and his poem  Savage GlimmerA glimmer of red
Catches my eye:
The pool of scarlet
In her hand
Expands each second...
The scars on my wrists
Beat as though they are
Hearts themselves,
As savage thoughts
Cross my mind;
These thoughts then transform
Into a blunt object,
Banging against my soul...

I apologize for the delay, I procrastinated longer than I have good reason for.