Red Morning Experience (02-11-04)

One drop before the
Flood, before the
Panic. It came like
A river, bursting
Through its dam. Bright,
Crimson, living, pulsing,
On my hands, on
My arms, whipping
My face with scarlet
Tissue, more and
More, but it won't
Stop! It won't
STOP!
Heart racing, pumping more,
But it exits
Faster than it could
Be replaced. It
Fills the sink, splatters
The floor, everywhere,
Everywhere! Painting my world
Red! Washing hands when
Possible, the sticky
Life essence will not
Clean. On my
Clothes, on the towels,
On my lips, on
My chin, neck,
The blood was everywhere!
A long time
In silent fear, bleeding.
Bleeding, waiting for
The world to stop.