Blood

Red.
Hot.
Dripping from a freshly open cut.
Warm sensation pulsing from it.
Your heart starts beating uncontrollably.
Your breathing is labored.
Drops surface the bathroom floor.
Uncontrollable aching begins.
You're slipping into a tragic state.
The wound will be healed.
But only time will tell.
Faster than the speed of light.
All that you know is.
That it all started from one stupid papercut.