She sees the red dripping from her wrist.
Onto the floor as she walks,
Staining against thick thighs.
Swirling down the drain while washing her hair.
The red drips into her food as she cooks.
Sizzling when it hits the comal.
She sees it smear on her lovers flesh.
Riding slow or riding fast.
Paint on hot living canvas.
She watches as it soaks into her dogs leash.
Leaving red prints on the sidewalk.
Marveling at the hue, arms pointed up wards.
The sun, bright and warm against her skin.
A smile forms upon thin lips.
The red splatters faster on all she touches.