Blood On The Floor Poem by Alley Breines

don't watch her in the act, its too dangerous to see.
your nightmares start to merge as the point touches her skin and gets dragged across gently.
the line of blood appears on her pale white wrist and drops to the floor.
with a second look you watch her fall to the ground, she lifts her chin for you to see the pain in her eyes while the tears race down her face.
she intakes a breath and lies alone on the floor soaked in her mistakes.