Crimson Wounds Poem by Brandy Stephens

this poem was originally for a poem project, but its one of my shortest free verse poems and i absolutely fell in love with it. as a note, i cant relate that i experience pain as this poem may illustrate at the moment, but i have in past years - yet there is no connection overall.


Drip, drip, drip
the faucet leaks rapidly.
every drop,
stains a white surface,
dirtying the pure flesh with open wounds.

Red gleams and sparkles,
as it pulses from each vein.
an open wound; healing.
every red water drop;
drip, drip, drip.