The red bead

It fell from my wrist and on to the floor I just prayed no one would open the door. It left behind a trail, like a comet across the sky I watched the small bead spread and I asked myself 'Why?' More beads followed after the first They each hit the floor like it was in thirst. Little beads became little puddles The red bead became many then the red bead became one As I lay on the floor... it was done.