A second later, a crash like a thunderclap,
The clatter of the door;
The next time it opened
The door stopped moving.
Wind decreased.
Stillness.
Silence.
The images changed;
Black blood appeared to seep through the white porcelain sink.
He saw the blood too, as the blood
Impossibly.
Incredibly.
Ran off his fingers.
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