it sits on the counter, <br />so warm and so red, <br />it sits on the table, <br />next to the bed, <br />the crimson red piture of blood, <br />quietly spilling over the floor, <br />leaking out of my mouth, <br />silently taking my life, <br />one dropp at a time, <br />a pitcher of blood.<br /><br />Alicia Roseberry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-piture-of-blood/
