Frosted Leaves

A sort of vision of blood dripping off of frosted leaves appeared as I was falling asleep, as did sudden inspiration.

Blood drips off frosted leaves

The beauty of it is terrible

It thaws the plants, still warm

The contrast between dark red

And stark white -

It’s startling

 

More startling than the revelation

That this is my blood

Pouring out from within

Oddly, there is no physicality

 

I realize this - and all vanishes

Instead, darkness envelopes