You bleed out on the floor
Your blood clots in thick lumps
Dries
Collects dust as it stands stagnant with no path to flow
Attracts flies as it darkens to a clumpy black
And finally hardens against the floor, never to flow again.
This is what happens when you have no back up plan.
These are your remains when they are done with you.
This is what you let them reduce yourself to.
This is what we call friendship.
YOU ARE READING
Unturned stones
RandomI speak for those who can't, won't, shouldn't, etc. I also speak for myself. Because why the heck not?
