Crimson

As I sit here

And say this to you,

The stain of the wounds

Drain and drip

Feverishly

Forever flowing

Permanent and pervasive

Pooling at my feet and

Soaking me in sadness

The crimson blood

Beating in rhythm with

My broken heart

Spurting with dissatisfaction

Frustration

Begging you

For help

To heal the wound

To halt the hurt

You are stabbing me

As you stand there

Sprayed in my pain

And all you say is

How beautiful I look in red