I'm Worried That if I Go Outside the World will Collapse

Sticky

Reddened hands
Salt water
Blood is sticky
I didn't know that before
I guess I'd never had thought to think of it
Before
It had always been minor cuts
Little scrapes
A burn here
Or there
But this blood is sticky
It's thick and it smells like rusted spoons
This blood is making me sick
That is my karma
I feel it
I feel the guilt
Why?
For years she had hurt me
She had taunted
Teased
Pricked and poked
A little boy can only take so much
and I did this for him
But this blood is sticky
And her rotting body won't leave the corner
Of my room