Blood.
Its warm. Its strong.
Fuzzy.
Everything is blurry.
Objects move a little.
Nothing remains still.
Nothing has a solid line.
Warmth.
Something is warm.
Fingers glide over the stones.
Little scars form.
Dark hair drops to the ground.
Silence.
The world is silent.
Breathe.
Its heavy against the light.
Its dark against the dust.
Dry.
Cracked against the wetness.
What have you done.
