My Levis soaked heavy with blood
I stand shattered before you
Heart in hand
Still warm
Pericardial fluid drips slowly down
From the leaky faucet
That is my elbow
To the floor
From my cheeks, a fresh drop of saline
Queued on my chin
Sees the adjacent pool
And jumps
Two pools of fluid, down by my feet
Slowly becoming one
Not wanting
To be two
Now saturated jeans flood plasma
Adding crimson to the mix
Accelerating
The end
The electrical impulses cease
The puddle becomes one
I stand alone
A fractured man
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