The Victim
it was so fast she didn't feel it
but she saw the blood.
big purple splatters hitting the sink.
gushing it's way down her legs
a spreading pool on the bathroom floor.
oozing slow and thick like Karo syrup.
so much blood, my God, I'm dying.
she tried to scream, but she could'nt
the only sound, a faint hiss
bubbeling out of a jagged gash
opening her throat ear to ear.
she slid down into blackness.
Copyright © Ronnie Van Sweringen | Year Posted 2006
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