3:11 AM
the blood was warm running down my arm
watching them drip methodically to stain the carpet
it was mesmerizing
i thought to myself
what a shame im going to die now, i wont get to see this again
oh well, goodbye everyone
then my cat walked in
we held a stare
i thought about my warm blood soaking his white fur
i didn’t like that
then i saw the pool of red at my feet
i was cold
i ran a warm shower at 3:11 am
i accidentally stained the shower curtain
i didn’t want this moment to end
i never wanted the blood to stop flowing
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