Where do I begin?

Senses

I want to feel my wrist bleed
To feel the warm liquid, essential for all life, seep through the cracks of my skin 

I want to hear my breathing shallow
To hear air deflate from my lungs in a painstakingly slow rhythmic pace

I want to see the water red
To see the swirls of hue tinting the surface of the transparent liquid

I want to taste the metallic
To taste the pain that wafts through the never ending oxygen trapping my quivering frame

I want to smell the scent of iron
To smell the anguish and desolation radiating from my moribund body

~Melly