Sitting cold and nervous between the sterile tiles
Pain rushes through my vains,
Hurt an confusion corrupt my heart.
Blindly it beats.
A flickering diamond of hope lies softly in my palm
Its edge, sharp and ready
To stop the pain.
Take it between my fingers,
Feel the beautifull coldness,
Watch it glide gracefully along my skin.
The hurt trickles lightly.
Reach for the cream, wash away the red,
Applying it slowly on to raw skin,
It covers it in a gorgeous white.
But that eventually is stained,
As red droplets seep through the thin carpet,
The short feeling of power dies.
And again the pain begins to build. |
Submission Name: Red stains the white.
