A red string

In a perfect line

with beads of red

that dot across it

I stare in fascination

as the beads fall

slowly

almost in a stream

like water down my leg

as more strings

with red beads flow

down into the stream

It becomes a current

raging and flowing

faster and bigger

my hands move

quicker and harder

and more streams

flow down in to the current

which turns to a ocean

that keeps growing

begging for more

It flows and pools

around my feet

soaking into the floor

stained in blood red

consuming the once

innocent, pure, and white