A little dot of red appears on my cheek.
soon it is joined by others,
they grow from the scratch.
I watch as each one slowly becomes a bead
of rich red color.
They are so close together, that many merge
and become larger, heavy
to heavy to stay on my cheek.
I watch my face in the mirror as one by one
they roll down my cheek, leaving a stain
they reach the bottom of my cheek
and hang there for just a moment
before dropping to the carpet.
Joining old rust-colored dots decorating the white carpet.
A testimony to the pain hidden deep inside my soul.