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Submitted to Contest #199
I watched the blood drip through my fingers and pool into the palm of my hand. It was alive; still pumping outside the confines of a vein. A puddle of red rhythmically vibrating, echoing, mimicking the speakers of the rave. It mocked the grim reaper that disappeared into the crowd. Laughed behind his back and sang in a tune only I could hear. “Dance, man. Why aren’t you dancing?” The slurred speech of a man with dilated pupils brought me to. He did not know that the wet touch of my back was more than just sweat. Maybe I died for a mo...
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