Drip... Drip... Drip...
The blood from her veins falls viciously to the floor,
Staining it with it's innocence.
Again,
Drip... Drip... Drip...
This time,
Her tears decend from her grass green eyes,
streaming down her pale cheek,
And falls to the floor,
mixing with the velvet red substance.
Knock... Knock... Knock...
Hustling about,
She grabbs the tainted towel,
And rusted razor,
hiding them from exsistance.
Again,
Knock... Knock... Knock...
She curses under her breathe,
rushing about as the door creaks open.
She stands there,
holding all the tools.
THUD!
She Faints.
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