have you ever been the one
to cry over spilt milk?
I do daily,
tears falling as the
white liquid covers
marble countertops, hardwood floors
never causing trouble
besides a damp spot and
a subtle smell.
except, to me
it is
red, thick.
an excessive amount of
blood,
staining everything
leaving a trail wherever
it has
ever been.
so bright, so obvious
blinding.
it is
all I can think about
how difficult to clean.
how haunting.
how painful.
how life threatening.