National Poetry Month 2014 poem a day challenge

April 12th

Bloodwater

It hits you just then, inspiration,

it comes trickling down from your brain.

No, its just your nose bleeding,

you rush out to the bathroom

and you sit and watch

as the blood comes down,

drip, drip, drip,

down into the sink water.

A pool begins to form,

a mixture of blood and water,

the blood dispersing into the water,

darkening its hue, more and more.

It flows and forms,

but it wont drain,

the blood wont leave;

its left your body

but it hasn't left your thoughts,

"its just a nose bleed"

or maybe its not.