her blood spilling to her left,
her tears dripping to her right,
the knife in her draw,
and,
the mascara around her eyes,
made the perfect combo,
for disaster,
the knife was on the ground,
camoed the same red as the floor,
the mascara mixing with her tears,
the black and red mixing,
she screamed for help,
but no body came,
she screamed again,
she heard running,
with her dieing breath,
she screams again,
the door opens
she looks up with the remaining power,
she saw...
Harley Morriss
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-blood-black-tears/
