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.
