Red serum

Belted around robust hips, hangs a wreath of roses.

The dragon of strength coiled atop a bed of daisies, whilst blowing dandelion


As three lights shine down, the thief steals five swords; yet, plants two more in the ground. Grinning all the live long day.

He is getting away with something.

Beyond five modest hutts, a small plot of roses abides behind a plate of pitted fruits.

Afar, the Tower lies in repose, reversed. The sea sits skyward and lightning aries there-toward.

Yet, lightning originates from the ground, even when appearance suggests otherwise.

Regardless, it crumbles: skyward or earthward?

Depends on who is looking.

Pitted, stone fruits and mouths dripping in red serum.


Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

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