When it happened you started crying
And I ran inside to get towels
I got back, and there it was
A red snail trail
down your leg to the shin
You kept saying you were sorry
you had no reason to be

I licked my thumb and wiped away that lightning bolt
Repeating the process
I taste iron

I held the rags to your thigh
I held them tight
And these vermilion minor shapes appeared
On to my hands
An accident you said
I know I replied
There were no band aids
So I held your thigh until it stopped.