Blood

On the walls
floor
ceiling
and door

It oozes
it drips
it floods
and it pours

This house
is my heart
and at the moment it hurts

Blood gushes out the power outlets
and squirts out of the fan,
it rises out the floor boards
marring any idea of who I am

The blood quickens
congeals
then clots,
a scar across my soul
and in the aftermath of all this blood
it doesn't feel like it'll ever be whole.