I hissed
As I cut my wrist on a blade of grass

A drop of blood sparkled
Swelled
Rounded up
Trembled
And fell to the ground

Drop.

Then another

Drop.

Dozens of them...

Rushing drops of my quickblood

They were falling to the ground.

I stared at them in silence
And in fright

And as I collapsed
Weakened
I closed my eyes
And lay
Feeling the grass grow
Nourished by my blood.