Filtered through dirty rags,
it seeping through the finely woven cloth,
you push them in deeper,
you press them against it harder,
the fear now realized,
and the panic takes hold,
as the coldness,
the numbness,
slowly spreads,
he smiles,
forcing your eyes to meet his,
as the life drains from your body,
and he breathes in,
your last breath.
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