If you cut me

Would I bleed?

I'd like to believe that I would bleed color. Swirls of orange and green, bright yellow, and turquoise, purple and gold.

I'd like to believe that I would bleed happiness.

That I would bleed the smell of fresh cut grass, and chlorine. The smell of summer in the air.

 If you cut me, what would I bleed?

I'd like to imagine my thoughts spilling out of me in wisps, for all to see.

I'd like to bleed poetry, sweet words, and songs of love sung by angels.

I'd like to believe I'd bleed crimson, like paint. That I could take all that is inside of me and paint a masterpiece. And it would be me.

And you would get it.

If you cut me, what would I bleed?

Me. I would bleed me.