Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Blood running down my leg like it's trying to escape where it came from. I know the feeling. Feeling trapped. Feeling confined. Feeling like you can't move or breathe. Then all of a sudden a blade cuts you out and releases you. You're free. What do you do? You run. You run and don't look back.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.