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Today, I watched you die.
Drenched in red, a pool of blood
Widening in radius around you
As people stood around
Seemingly mimicking the red
Boundary, as if performing a
Gross death ritual.
I saw the look on your face
As you caught a glance of Death
Before Death caught up with you
And I pretend not to recall
How Death winked at me
An intimate moment before
It reached for you.
Some part of me knew that
I could have saved you,
Perhaps restart the conversation
That we’d abandoned halfway
Two light years back and
Trick Death into thinking
I owed it a favour, a death.
But I feel no guilt as I watch
Your clothes turn crimson, stained
Just like my memory now is
The scarlet blossoming across
My soul, swallowing all the
Ugly blemishes on it, and yet
Somehow marring it even more.
I reach closer, pushing through
The whispering, punishing crowd
For who better to have with you
As you die than your murderer?
And I push back the hair on your
Forehead, leaving streaks of red
But, as I watch, you breathe.
Bloodied hands covering my mouth
I stumble away, and dissolve into
The blackness seething around me
A scream trapped in my throat, I open
My eyes, only to find that I have
Lost my voice, for Death has come
To collect the promised favour.