Self Inflcted
The drop of blood hit the clear
water exploding, dispersing
like smoke in air. A second
drop then a third in the same
manner, my very being drains
before my eyes. Plink, plonk,
the waters hue now a subtle
shade of pink, deeper with
every droplet. I now gaze that
rouge reflection and think to
myself, it's about time I put
a new razor blade in this razor.
Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman | Year Posted 2010
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