Paul Bell

Bloodless

The blade cut deep

She died laughing

Death was a relief

Unlike her life

Riddled with betrayal

He noticed no blood flowing from her hateful body

He was always sure she was bloodless

She certainly lacked all human feeling

But even a bitch like her would possess some blood

He bent down to check just as she was rising

Something in his brain registered

Sudden disbelief, sudden shock

Words in mouth froze

As total shock shook his entire being

The knife entered his neck

Spurting blood in all directions

His fingers tried to stem the flow

She watched him

Fascinated at the pattern, he was painting

So strange she thought

He always said she was the bloodless fucker.