Reaching

Lost between snatches of the elements

peeled back by long fingernails

grimed with dried crimson.

The monster gapes a wide-toothed smile

and watches at the battle.

Crystal thoughts  crashed against reaching tendrils of scarlet

A fountain of desperation

observed by one

to see who will reach
the stars first.

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