Often times what I write is not voluntary, it is taken from me. Like sweat flying from the brow of a boxer that has just been struck, Only it’s not always sweat. This violent process becomes more serious when red fills and mixes with the clear beads of water. Many if not all of us have seen blood leaving our bodies, how many of us have seen it forced from us. A blow or event removing a vital part of life from your body. Watching this thick mysterious fluid being forced out, As it flows or is flung from you to eternally stain whatever it is to land on. This liquids ability to permanently contaminate immediately on impact seems poetic. The red blotches mark our past inhibiting us from forgetting. We all have memories running to a sink or the nearest towel to avoid inconveniencing those around us or ourselves, we have to be careful where we bleed. Not only due to its difficulty to remove there is also the fact that others don’t want to see it. For fear of realising mortality, eyes are quickly averted. Only two kinds of people want to see you bleed, those with villainous or mocking intent and ones who truly care. Either of these are terrifying. There is no hiding the blood that is struck from us. Count on it showing, count on it staining.
Published by Brandon
I am a simple guy from rural California just hoping to expand his mind and improve on himself. I have fought with an autoimmune disease (ITP) for 8 Years now, The preventative medications have had numerous effects on my body and mind. This disease and treatment also had a big effect on relationships, education, and finances. Besides this I count myself lucky, to be where I am today, to be who I am today. View all posts by Brandon