This is what comes up during a boring class… Or no-class since the teacher isn’t there. I don’t remember much about how this poem came to be, yet all I know is that the words seem to flow out on their own. So, despite the very noticeable short length of this one-stanza verse, it came out decently.

RED STRING

Red string

Left me sting

Around my skin

Couldn’t feel a thing

Blood spills thin

My head spins

The devil wins

No more sins

Originally written in April 20, 2024