Earthenware

Rivers of blood

Seem to follow me

Wherever I go

And I'm really not sure why.

Cracked pavements

Gives them directs paths

To my soles.

Wherever I may roam,

Even in my car,

My tyres are bloodied

At the end of every

Short shopping venture.

Everyone can see where I've been.

I cannot hide,

Constantly being observed

By my own reflection

Staring back at me

From steams of blood.