Sep 2016

Blood leaked from her eyes, nose and mouth,
sliding down her face.
The crimson liquid that contained life
dripped on the floor.
Murmuring the words "Help...me,"
her voice barley over a whisper.,
signaled her last breath.
She fell, and crumpled on the floor.
Her face going gray, all I could do
was stare in shock.

Oh, the horror.
Written by
Erin Knight  California.
(California.)   
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