Late Night Thoughts

b l e e d i n g r o s e s

As I rest my head against the cool ceramic of the tub

My arm resting in the cold water below me

A stream of red steady flowing from the wound on my wrist

Only to come together with the other streams flowing from the multiple wounds on my legs and wrists

Creating a pattern of swirls at the foot of my body

Who knew i bled roses.