I pulled off the dagger and hurled it away, as far as I could. A fountain of blood gushed out from my chest. I staggered with an unendurable pain, plopped down into the pool of blood.
Numerous noises were reflecting on the surface of blood pool. For a moment it appeared afar, not within my hand’s reach.I blurred it lightly and heeded my blood smeared fingers.
A sudden twinge struck me heavily, again. It seemed that the laceration was always there. A reality so dreamlike!
~ Smita Ray
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