I cut myself (on accident)
a. fleury 

I cut myself on accident
I stare at the blood
Like a minute ruby, like
A droplet of paint

I want it to bleed more
I want it to run down in rivulets
There is something dangerous in it

Puddles on the floor,
Feet slipping in it
A crimson mirror to look down in
See myself warped

There is something dangerous in it
I want to bleed
When life is pouring from your veins

You crave it a little more.