My thoughts run.

Like crimson blood down my head.

They are part of me and

I can not hold them back.

They gather at the corners and the bandage

Turns red

Disappears

Into the wound of my mind.

Someone told me to imagine a beach

To stop my thoughts from bleeding out.

But at my beach 

The sea is red

Not the one Moses crossed

But rather

Like my blood which falls

In droplets

Onto my feet.

If my mind were a person

She would be loud and big.

I would run

Far away.

She would be holding a dagger

Chasing after me 

She wants me to give in.

She wants me

To bleed.

Instead my thoughts run.

Faster, faster

Red, bright, inescapable.

I try to 

Let them go

But she is catching up to me.

I think it is too hard

to keep running 

So I let her push her blade

Into my skin.

Maybe those thoughts will 

Disappear

with the shining scarlet 

I hope my mind might

Flow out of me

But the thoughts 

don’t go away.

And I am left

Bleeding.