She watched as a second bead of blood broke through her skin, slowly merging with the first to slide down her arm. Tilting her head, she pressed her fingers down next to the cut, encouraging the drops to escape quicker. Soon she had turned her arm into a red river of regret. The river blurred, colors swirling, thoughts screaming, tears falling. Salt mixed with salt, color blended with crystal, and she lowered the blade again and again, cleansing herself of her demons.
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