Cooch

I gave you that hit
A final line that you crossed
We held you down
Aneurism
Violent and bloody

I watched

Calm and detached
As you ceased
As your eyes bled
Your tongue swollen
Face blue
 

The others left panicked

I sat and drank with you
Finished that bottle of vodka
Watched as you changed
Become a mass of dead flesh

Seven hours went by
I rang the local hospital

Left

I never said goodbye

How could I

You were no longer there

© 2005, Mosquitobyte