blood in a hurry

it's a surprise

how

red the blood is when

i cut

myself on the sharp

knife.

it takes my mind off

the wound

for a few seconds as i

watch

the blood flow

out like mercury

into the sink.

there seems to be so

much

wanting to escape,

it's in a hurry,

tired of being

locked up

tight and warm for

so long.

maybe i should wrap it.