Lifeblood
it spills
across my hands
I look down
shocked, not surprised
to see the growing pool
at my feet.
It is thick, sticky, hot
i notice
as it pulses
through my impotent fingers
I gasp,
as the pain comes, a
grinning spectre
gnaws on my bones
I grimace...
soon
it is finished
and I am alone
with my essence.
I step away
from my body
as i am undone.
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