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Drip. . . Drip. . .
The slow drip of red, hot against the floor,
cooler and cooler it grows.
Our eyes meet, and in that moment I realize—
It's mine, my own blood.
Drip. . . Drip. . .
The sound is unending in my ears, a constant reminder.
Warmth spreading under my body, leaving me cold.
My limbs growing heavy, my heart slowing.
I’m dying.
Drip. . . Drip. . .
By your hands.
. . .
The liquid that was once hot, now a bitter cold.
Lifeless eyes stare into yours.