Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
In vain the cry goes up,
“The red button! Hit the red!”
Turning ever faster, the vanes spin
till the turbine races uncontrolled,
and shatters, flinging shards
of mayhem and destruction,
tearing veins and ripping limbs,
turbojet refusing birth.
Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 06.04.22
Prompt: Vain, vane, vein.
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