Red

The blade wedged itself deep into my chest,

It writhes, cutting deeper into me.

The blood leaks from the aching wound,

And fills my empty chest,

There is no room to breathe.

My mouth agape, I’m gasping for air.

The tears slide down my face and slip past

my lips,

I raise my hand to grab the blade but I

cannot touch it,

It has sunk so far into me that I can no

longer see it,

Oh but I could feel it.

I lay my body still to calm its writhing,

And soon enough my chest opens,

The salty blood gushes out of me, the blade

flowing with it,

My skin and my clothes are dyed red as a

warm pool wraps around me,

My voice is caught in my throat; I cannot

scream,

I lay still as the blood engulfs me, only

seeing red,

This is death.