a speck of…

I am feeling weak. This place is covered with blood.
Until recently, it was covered by blood money, but the money has been soaked in blood, too much blood, and deteriorated.

Drip, drip, drip…

My own blood is curdling. As self-defense, it is getting cold and, soon, will be solid. I don’t know how to thaw it or make it warm again. Do you?
The air is getting imbrued and drowning me.

Drip, drip, drip…

I don’t even have a good pen, skill or brilliant mind to write something to inspire, though nowadays people get only aspired by antagonistic ideas and provocations. I, like so many others, keep sinking hopelessly.

Drip, drip, drip…

I don’t reminisce upon the past or worry about the future. I am trying to survive today and keep my sanity, knowing that the dark stains are not just ink and that there still is warm blood flowing inside someone somewhere.

(154 words)

photo prompt by Sunday Photo Fiction
photo prompt by Sunday Photo Fiction

For Sunday Photo Fiction – July 17th, 2016 and The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Frail.


11 thoughts on “a speck of…

  1. Indeed dark and troubled. Your character seems to be sinking into depression. Guilt of the past seems to be partly to blame. We’re in trouble when we can’t live with ourselves. It’s somewhat hopeful at the end. Good writing, Nelkumi. —- Suzanne

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