I want my blood all over this pristinely white
coyly glistening snow.
I want my blood to consume this perfect iciness,
penetrating it like your favorite flavor of syrup does a slushy.
I want my blood to seep through the powder,
turning the beautiful white into horrifying red.
Some visible, tangible representation of the pain flaming inside of me.
Others will finally see it
I’ll be able to point to it
My pain no longer masked or hidden.
It’ll be there
Frozen and unavoidable.
A patch of blood red ice against a continuum of glittering
beautifully bleached snow.