For every drop of blood
	That falls from the cuts that I see
I run my finger across my arm
	Tell myself, this cannot be
Where is the sharp
	The sting and the pain
The pain in my heart
	It still remains
Maybe my cut
	Was not deep enough
The blade I run again
	Still more blood pours
Across my arm
	Down my fingers run
Yet again
	The pain is not more
What have I missed
	Where did I go wrong
Everything in place
	The ritual set 
Same as before
	The blood continues to run
Down my hand
	Small rivers
On each of my fingers
	I trace them with my other hand
Still there is no pain that lingers
	Sitting on my bed
Watching the blood
	Crimson dots on my feet
I start to notice around
	My room becomes hazy
The mist settles around
	I slump over to my pillow
My eyes flutter in and out
	Raise my arm to see
It was only a dream
	But so very bittersweet

© 2023 “I see… what others refuse to see.
I am… what others refuse to be”
Lady Kate Phillips