red

it has to be red.
crimson and bright.
what other color could
it be
for eyes to see
when the drip
hits the open
snow,
the white sheet.
you don't
even know how you cut
yourself
but the trail of
what courses within you
bleeds out.
it has to be red,
no other color
could alarm you
as it does now,
searching
for the wound.