liquid rubies

12/2011 (Blood type B: Installment Eleven)

I watched as she struggled to breath

desperately trying to hold onto life 

shuddering and shaking as the final

throes of death visited her mind

No doubt frozen memories replayed

intertwining with the perceptible 

her blood ran out like liquid rubies

steadily pooling around her state 

Panic spilled from her dim eyes

as she realized that I sat mere

seconds away, studying her 

demise with moderate interest

Screams echoed in the empty night

as she attempted to crawl away

but the pain and broken bones 

paralyzed her unwillingly before me

Bending over her and looking deeply

into her terror shot eyes, saying..."Don't cry,

I am here to help you", taking her hand

I ask..."Are you ready to go home?"

Author's Note

Reviews

[ChaoticSoul]

"studying her / demise with moderate interest" I loved that. I felt as if I were looking the eyes of the angel of death...watching another body cave way to death. You have such an interesting talent to write about death in a beautiful literary way, yet keeping it's utter horror and bloody mess meshed within it.

[BlueDreams]

Horribly great ... Awesome :-)

[olla]

death comes calling.. well done..