The Red Popsicle
by Fluttergirl
The red popsicle
left a bright stain.
Red bits dripped on
his fingers.
He looked at me,
stuck our his flame-
touched tongue,
ran toward me with
sticky fingers.
Left big red marks
on my cheek.
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