A Pretty Red Ribbon

I wanna see blood. So bad. A perfect bubble in a beautiful red color. A bubble that blooms, and eventually overflows into a ribbon, sliding down. Sliding down, like a river. In the river, flowing away is a bunch of troubles, and worry. Stresses, and all that other bad stuff that makes you want the river to go on, and on. When the color fades, squeeze for more to come. Dripping, flowing.... running.

With the start of a prick, something sharp. A blade, a fingernail, a pin...
And a feeling too overwhelming to bare.

That's when tears are held back. And in place of a heart crying out in sorrow, a dagger is pressed gently against a palm that has sinned...

And there - in a line - appears a perfect plush bubble. Beautiful, rosy colored...