Drip, drip, drip

Drip, drip, drip
The sound of the blood
Splashing onto the floor
Echoes in her mind
She can still see it
The rivers running red
Down her fingertips
The mess is gone now
But the memory remains
The feelings of despair and emptiness
Replaced by relief and comfort
Panic and frustration
Pushed aside by tranquility
She knows it won't last
But even a momentary lapse
In the madness
That consumes her soul
Is worth clinging to
For as long as she can