I know that I bleed. I’ve seen the red. I watch with intensity and curiosity, the blue twigs trapped under the ice of my skin. I know that I bleed. But tonight I’m not so sure. I can feel the blooming in my veins. Suffocation. My blood emanates a feeling that turns into lights that shimmer and shine until they are flowers. Flowers that are much to big for my tiny little veins and I feel claustrophobic and I want to slice open my wrist and pick the roses. 

But I won’t. No, I won’t. I will just sit here under this dim light and wonder. With a curiosity befitting a child who has run away into the forest. I want this, I’ve waited and needed this. I just don’t know what to do now.