Drip.

Drip. Drip.

Watching the droplets slip down

Like a race, joining with the others

These little drops bring relief; after the storm they will dry.

Drip. Drip.

The memories they bring

The sweetness of an icing

It’s a special day

Clean up and hide!

A secret to conceal; a unique surprise.

Drip.  Drip.

Looking at the canvas

Droplets splash, contrasting the once flawless mask

They stream down, drip together now.

Until the crimson stain is left.

And the metal clangs.

Author's Note

Quickly written, so please ignore any errors there may be.

Reviews

[JLavender]

A nice little piece, but this part confuses me:
"The memories they bring
The sweetness of an icing
It’s a special day
Clean up and hide!"
Mind sharing your thought on this part?

[Kay]

Sure. I guess I was kind of going for an overarching metaphor. In that stanza, I was using a cake/birthday party symbolizing the blood in the end. Each drop brings memories, it's something distinct like the icing on the cake fresh out of the oven. Only it is a surprise; no one can know. This part must stay hidden from the world.
Does that make any sense at all? Sometimes what I write down is not at all what I was going for in my head.

[JLavender]

That's perfectly fine. Now that you put it in that context, the poem does have a more reinforced meaning.