"His Fault"
One drop of blood
Mingling with a single salty tear.
They hit the floor with a silent splash.
In one hand, she grips a
knife.
In the other, her
heart.
Mangled, bloody, and broken.
"His fault"
She whispers to the walls.
She drops the knife with a clatter,
the heart with a
thud.
"His fault."
she repeats.
A solitary tear rolls down her cheek
as she falls in slowmotion
to the dusty floor.
She utters the words one last time,
before silencing
forever.
"His Fault"
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