Pain...

I think its blood-red…..or maybe lightning blue
It strikes like a bolt of thunder, ripping through your night, your lovely, beautiful night, stunning you to silence…striking you numb..blinding you with it monstrous shrill light. its beautiful in its misery.
Then after the bolt from the blue, it leaves you with the blood. Bright crimson-red blood. Spreading gradually but with an unstoppable determination through your pure, white bed, staining even the farthest of corners. Then it dries. Dries to a hard coat and sticks on. You tried to pry it apart with your fingernails. But its hopeless. It stays on, you forget the colour white after a time. Red is all you can see. Red is all you can remember…