Tiny drips of blood
scatter like pieces of glass
on the cold, hard floor
Pieces that echo lost moments
lost love
lost pain
Drip
the color turns
red to black
Changing itself
or another word of killing
Killing bits that are taken away
forcefully
reluctantly
suffered
It drips until there is nothing left
a gaping wound
festering
painfully
until nothing
black
empty
Alone
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