wading in an icy stream,
high in the mountains,
a sliver of dark shale sliced his foot.
he didn't notice the cut,
until he saw blood in the water,
a red arabesque in a crystal pool.
when his legs gave out,
in the pallor of the living room,
the carpet was muddy moss green.
a nosebleed covered his palms in red,
and marked the sink,
like red wine clinging to a glass.
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