Not Just Imagery.Mature

Splashes of red run down her arm

                                                                Drip

                                                                                Drip..

Bright pools of vibrant red all around her

A stream of tears

Run down her face

                Drip

                                Drip

Into the river of red.

                The stream flows into

The dark depths of her soul,

The blade

Tears

                Deep, deep,

                                                Deeper…

                                                Overflowing……

The End

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