Bloody Tears
"Oh happy dagger"
Strike though me with thy sharp blade.
Slice though the porcelain skin
of my wrist
and let my blood flow through like
a never thirsting river.

The burgundy red,
the metallic tasting liquid,
flow freely and flawlessly
over the perfectly broken cut.
I sat there.

Silently,
letting different fluids
flow out of my body.
Salty water and blood:
Bloody Tears