A story

blood smear around,
every so lightly,
in the corner of my eye.
the blood driible downward,
to an unsuspecting victim,

what have i stumbled on?

did a crime occured in this place,
or did someone just have a cut on their hand.
whatever the reason is...

the blood keeps running smoothly down,
and all i have to do is let the blood run it's course,
for the story will always be told,
it just needs time to be settle in.