Ten Minutes

Originally written: 2011.10.2
Expanded and edited: 2012.8.11
by M. Hendrix

With ten minutes to the end,
He turns his eyes towards mine.
A smile graces his lips, 
Which I do not return.
As they open slightly, 
I can hear him breathe.
A gasp, a cough, then a dribble of blood
Smears and stains his cheeks.
Pale peach skin now tainted red,
I see his smile fade.
And now I know this is the end,
For those eyes, never leaving mine,
Have now been glazed over.

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