It Flows Poem by Tina MacAdam

like streams coming down the side of a mountain
into a pool at the bottom
blood flows
like an orange when peeled with the insides revealed
the juice runs down your hands
blood flows
like a tear shed out of sadness, uncontrolable
leaving stains down your face
blood flows
like an over filled bathtub, unable to hold any more
the water pours out onto the floor
blood flows
like anger, building up inside of you
waiting to be released
blood flows