How the Blood Thickens

First it's fresh. Bright red flows free from the ripped flesh.

It drips to the cold hardwood floor. Staining the rich earth with an almost unnaturally bright red. Brighter than strawberries, richer than raspberries.

drip drip drip

The pool grows bigger with time; the drops become less. Flesh turns blue and hard.

One last sigh before Death comes.

Careful to not step in the puddle Death takes the soul and leaves the scene.

No one comes for days.

He was supposed to be on a trip for the week.

For business he said.

By the time the body was found flies had become maggots. The floor was ruined and stained a deep red wine.

They hid the sygils scratched into it's surface.

Outside a crow cawed.

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