blood

That’s my blood dripping on the ground. What are you lookin at? This should not be happening.  That’s my blood, warm liquid on my skin.  I am not ready to leave this world . . . it’s way too soon.  I’ve still got things to do . . . I’m feeling kind of dizzy right now. . . blood’s filling up my shoe.  That’s my blood, puddled on the ground.  Does it all come down to this? Is this some kind of joke?