11 Streaks of Blood — A Tribute

A door bursts open,

newspapers scatter,

eleven streaks of blood,

flow across the floor.

Dark mists rise,

then divide,

walking unseen,

past the chosen ones,

sleeping in faux-down beds,

secured by velvet ropes.

The slumberers stir,

troubled.

But coaxed and soothed,

they doze once more,

unaware of the phantom wind,

outside the mirrored door.

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