Stems branch out,
In amazing angles.
Medusa’s hair,
Caught in a snapshot.
The cherries,
Enticing,
Fresh drops of blood.
Beneath,
Little feet squelch,
Upon the crimson carpet.
Above,
Innocent stained hands,
Explore, grab and gather.
The cherries bruised,
Veins tear open,
Gaping and vivid,
The life juice dribbling,
Down.