Stained Footpath

by forgottenflowers

And they just watched as her blood stained the footpath

Stained Footpaths

I watched in silent shock as she fell to the footpath.

My mouth gaped open and shut as I stood there, on the footpath, as time stood still.

Time sped back up again and reality resumed and I was standing on the footpath.

I fell to all fours and crawled across the footpath towards her.

I looked at her petite figure sprawled out on the footpath.

Her blood seeped out into the cracks in the footpath that resembled the cracks in my heart.

I screamed as they got stuck in her spiderweb of blood, unable to move from their places on the footpath.

I caressed her unmoving body, far too light for such a powerful hero, as I kneeled on the footpath.

I heard sirens, though I knew they were arriving to our footpath too late to help her.

She was already gone from her pathetic body, broken on the footpath.

My tears were attempting to clean the footpath stained with her blood.

And they just watched as her blood stained the footpath.