A River Runs
a line runs from wrist to elbow
a flowing river of red, bubbling
cascade over flowing dripping
down spilling to the floor making
it slick. I let my arm fall to my waist
what ive wished for will be my
fate. I fall to my knees covered
in blood its warm to the touch is
the last thought i have til i black
out and turn to dust.
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