Stain

Weaving in and out of life

I grimace as I prick myself with the needle

A drop of blood drips onto the cloth

Spreading slowly until it’s the size of a dime

I wearily sigh

That isn’t the only stain soiling the linen

I’ll throw it in the wash

And watch the water turn to pink

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