Blood

Blood dripping,
pooling on the floor.
A knocking at the door.
Knocking turns to banging,
and shouting.
Shouting to yelling,
to screaming.
The dripping blood
keeps dripping,
from the opened wound.
With each heartbeat,
more is lost.
The door breaks,
the screaming stops.
Feet start running,
the telephone dialing.
An ambulance speeding,
down the highway.
All too slow,
to save a life.
MINE.