Cleansing

Slowly but steadily,

My red life drips down

The fragile skin,

Dripping to the floor.

 

Sorry for making a mess,

There was no other way.

 

Hearing the drippings sounds nice,

Almost peaceful,

Like water in a zen garden:

Feels warm and soft.

 

The red life trickles down,

It just feels unclean.

My body needs to be cleansed

And my unclean blood must be banished.

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