Ouch. The end was so close.
Blood drips slowly,
Down my sides,
As I sit atop the floor.
Pools.
Pools of red.
Pools of coagulation
In my blank white sink.
“Beautiful” pain.
He knocks.
Jaw drops.
She comes in.
Calls 911.
Jess runs.
Vannah comes too.
Walks around outside, waiting.
Smokes a cigarette quickly.
Calms down.
Sleeps soundly in med transport.
Wishing for the end to come quickly.
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