Hemorrhaging

Clouded, like the sun from underwater.

Only this room is dark.

I hold my hand up to the cool, shining surface and wipe.

The dust lifts into the hazy air.

I see it fall through the muted light, fighting its way through the shadows.

My fingers find the sharp edge, and I slice through to wetness.

Glittering, gliding, ebbing.

Scarlet and silver playing in moonlight.