The darkness in you.

Then you cracked open in front of me and the lights went out.

In the dark room, I watched your blood seep through the cracks, covering everything. Every part of me was painted, every bit of me had partaken of this charade. Of observing you, like no one had before.

It was as thick as the night. It was as heavy as the feeling at the pit of our stomachs when we see the end of something we loved.