ihavebeenfloated

There is blood in your hair. It comes off in my hands. It’s filling the front of my shirt. I’m just so glad to be able to hold you close to me that I can’t bring myself to ask you why. I don’t. You don’t just tell me. You’re crying. Your breaths are difficult. I’m not really sure what to do now. My fingers keep combing through your hair. I try to just look at the small amount of your face I can see, and not at the blood.