family

the puddles of blood that lay there stayed there no one would clean them up not only was it acknowledgement, but no one wanted to look at it whenever someone passed them, i always thought their eyes cringed at that exact moment the puddles of blood that lay there stayed there whatever could be done? there was nothing that could be used to clean up the blood with paper towels or a napkin was like an insult that was one of many excuses the puddles of blood that lay there stayed there they dried over time there was hope in the air of them disappearing never to be seen again, its what everyone wanted i was the only one i was the only one who stared every day at those puddles of blood why did they seem so important? why were they so intriguing? the puddles of blood that lay there stayed there over time i could see that they didn't darken or fade but remained as liquid and red as they had when flowing through veins it hurt sometimes, to just stare st them and not be worth enough to do anything i wanted to clean them up, i wanted them to be gone i believe i slowly grew insane, not being able to touch what i saw the puddles of blood that lay there stayed there in and out of time, i would tell myself that they would be gone at the same time tomorrow when no one was looking when no one was around it was on day's like these i found nothing at all often so obcessed i would think to use my sleeve they would be gone, they would be gone then when i tried, i recieved a smack from someone that i didn't see there it was quite clear i was to leave them alone the puddles of blood that lay there stayed there never to be touched i always thought eventually someone would clean them up but no one cared enough and there they sat for many years in the same spot, in the same form the puddles of blood that lay there stayed there Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 09:35 AM PST   0 • 10