My contribution to the anthology.
I am dying. The realization is searing like the tip of a red-hot poker burrowing its way deep into my flesh. I bite back a whimper. It’s been so long since sound has left me.
Above me, clouds bleed a hundred shades of grays and blacks. They cry for me, pricking my flesh with thousands of tears, each sharper than the last. It’s nature’s way of cleansing the crimson river flowing freely from the open cavern in my side. I have long since relinquished all desires to live, thus make no effort to stifle the loss of my life as it pools beneath me and escapes away with the rain in tendrils.