The world slows,
As your flesh is cut clean in half,
Exposing
A raw nerve,
Your secrets spilling out with every crimson drop,
Revealing innermost thoughts;
Hidden to even yourself.
It feels as though you can sense each miniscule loss of that scarlet poison,
Your shroud torn away,
Exposed
To the blinding light,
Though you desperately wished to stay in the dark.
One way glass;
But you can't help but fear that they can see the wounds -
And that they see the deep redness
Staining the floorboards.
It's all in your head.
But your head is a labyrinth,
With beasts to defeat at every twist and every turn.
You don't have enough weapons in your armoury,
But you're too afraid to borrow.
Because you don't want to let them see you
Bleed.
