Stained

Don't let that die.
That fear.
That hope.
Let it survive.
Let it thrive.
Don't let it die.
Keep going strong.
Don't stop that fear.
Pop the cork.
Watch it spill out.
Like blood out of a body.
Out of a cut.
A wound.
And watch it spread.
Staining everything in it's path.
Leaving nothing soiled.
Grabbing, soaking the carpet.
And watch it.
Watch it kill.
Kill.
Never die.
You know it will happen.
The cork will be popped and you will watch as the life leave you.
But still in the final moments don't let it die.
That fear.
That hope.
Let it thrive in the blood spilling on the floor.

March 19, 2011