Bleed

Soft red drips on to the ground,

slits of the wrist no longer hidden

behind the velvet veil that lies at her feet.

Pulse strong, heart beats, the drums that play within, 

a steady rhythm that maintains order 

despite the influence of the chaotic outside world.

A potted rose bush sits outside her door,

crimson like the stains on her bedroom floor.

The beautiful, budding flower is overlooked.

She is blind to the natural, the simple, the beautiful.

The thorn, rather, is the enticing being. 

It draws her finger to the pointed edge.

A slight prick of the rose which draws the blood.

Brief pain as the warm liquid runs into her palm,

just as the cool tear falls from her cheek.

"Alive," she gasps,

"I am alive"

Reviews

[Athena Ramos]

what you wrote is really beautiful. :)
i know this feeling :')
i've been there. felt that.
and to see it in writing, idk why, it amazes me :D

[Alice]

This is amazing. Beautiful.

[OT]

very well written!! strong imagery and great flow makes it a great read - it has a subtle darkness about it which adds to the feel of the poem!! very nice!!

[Geralyn Miller]

Wonderful wordwork, skillful craftsmanship, and, best of all, written with an understanding heart.

[Jami Nicole]

This is the best thing I've read all week.