To see such a deep
True red.
My heart skips
A beat
In anticipation.
My hands shake
Palms sweat
As I prepare.
My eyes focus
On the flicker of one flame
Amidst darkness.
My muscles tense
I sit up straight
The time has almost come.
A line at first
A drop
A bulge.
A river trickles
Into a puddle
Staining all surroundings.
My body relaxes
My mind rejoices
My soul needs not to bleed.
Age 17