Little drops of cherry
On the vile checkered tiles.
They said it was
a nose bleed.

Pools of candy artistry
Being manuvered around,
Stepped over,
Even carlessly trampled on
By those not watching thier feet
(Perhaps thier minds were busy
With exams
And dances
And movies)
I stop
In awe
Dumbfound,
Nauseous with envy
I wonder how they
Could walk away from
Such prodigious blood
Without green eyes.
I stare at my vein
Pale blue....not as
Satisfying as the sticky crimson
That i now being
Mopped up by a plump man
Who treats the sweet juice
As if it was poisin.

Moisture in my eyes,
overcome with beauty;
I make a remark to my friend
About how disgusting
The mess is