It begins with sadly
With a blade
That flicks across
To slice the surface.

The sad plot winds
Like the stream
That cuts a path
Along the stricken skin.

Blood red imagery seeps
Along the narrative
That collects in pools
Between my toes.

Can’t you almost taste
The biting pain
That seared through veins
Digging deep?

It ends suddenly.
Plot cut down.
Loose ends taped
With a band aid.

Red spots still dotting the floor where I walked.