• Running,

    Pooling,

    Pouring,

    Gushing,

    Flooding,

    Such thick blood.

    Sticky and hot,

    Hanging heavy in the air,

    Tangy and metallic.

    I can taste it.

    Seeping out,

    Everywhere,

    Filling every space,

    Slowly.

    Like a broken faucet,

    This crimson tide never stops flowing.

    My heartbeat grows duller,

    Quieter,

    Slower,

    All that is left of me is almost nothing.

    I'm dying.

    My life is slipping out in scarlet,

    But still,

    Everything I had was yours,

    And everything that's left is nothing.