The pink sponge moves slightly
Taking shallow breaths
Behind the ribbed metal bars

But the red monster pounds
Its fists are full of blood
Aching and raw
Tender sanguine muscle
Ready to fight
Terrified of the wreckage

Thunder strikes in the bony orb
Lightning bolts strike the fleshy lobes
Fight and flight make love in the rain

A storm is brewing
Tea is brewing
The kettle screams

She craves the touch
The taste
Of dull yellow chamomile
On her lips

When she sips
The seeds sedate
The unrest

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