Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
raining down from blood Redd skies
the sky glowed an angry red
it glowered and growled
red rain begun to fall
at first it dripped slowly from the sky
like liquid red drizzled chocolaty syrup
or maybe tomato juice?
hands reached out to test its authenticity
it flowed thicker and thicker
faster and faster
gaining nauseating momentum
blood flowed and flowed, heavier....Redd
it covered everything
i can't breathe
my inner voice said; run........run fast and far
seek shelter while you can
i tried, but; i could not move
frozen in time, i felt myself consumed
by this overpowering tormenting red goo
down they came
black vodka, tomato juice, pickle juice
lemon juice, Worcestershire sauce and Tobasco
drops of food coloring, horseradish too, and ice
celery interspeared herself in for a well balanced treat
i screamed. at least i tried
no sound emanated from my throat
I kicked and clawed, i must get free
i am dreaming, dreaming, drowning
wake up, wake up, wake up!
oh, bloody hell
my head is pounding
i need to puke
no more Bloody Marys for me.
at least not today!
About the Creator
Novel Allen
You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.

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