Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR (A Collection of Select Works... / The City That Never Sleeps)
Reflections Of Red...
The following is an excerpt based on my short-
story fictional Horror tale titled, 'Tap The
Syringe Twice'...And for the sake of poetic
respect I have restructured what was once
a paragraph....into a variable stanzaic struc-
ture that would accomodate 'break-points'
as well as my customary adherence to right
margin alignment. Hope you enjoy.........FjR
___-________ REFLECTIONS of RED ___-_________
Upon approaching the third door...on the right,
ther' appeared a crackling of wood from within.
And, placing my hand.....on the tarnished brass
door knob.......I felt the pain of a million needles;
a most torturous stinging....like being incisioned
without the mercy of anesthesia........by syringe,
of which I am more......than mildly familiar with.
Seconds later, the door took wings......unhinging
itself from the melting farenheit.......penetrating-
empowering it to combust, blow-out.....strewing,
ember's of ruby, cardinal, cherry, brick 'n claret -
vermillion, crimson, amber, wine......... 'n scarlet.
And.....behind it all stood a steel mounted mirror,
as if I wanted to stare at my flesh burning madly.
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