RED WATER

The red spills
Out of the cut
They left

The jagged
Edges of the knife
Leave nothing but
Red seeping from her arm
She’s curled up
Watching it spread
And drip

As she drifts
She stares at it
Wondering what she got from it
A rush?
Adrenaline?
Surge?

She lifts her head
Then slinks back into the corner
Watching the colorful
Red
Drip on the tile of her bathroom floor
The red puddle is
Rich
Thicker than water
Her head droops
She lets go of the knife
Clink

She drifts
And
Drifts till-
There’s no more water to drift on