She was bleeding. But not the cuts and wounds bleeding. No.
No... Her heart bled black. The thick goo bread of hatred, anger, and pain..
Her veins bled green. The toxic chemicals of violence that infected her brain every time someone spoke about her drove her more insane.
Her bones bled brown. The shit that she constantly went through took its toll on her skeleton. Making her weak as she gulped down the medicines.
Her eyes bled white. The thousands of times she stared up at the sky, at the white fluffy clouds wondering where her place was up there.
Her mind bled gray. The dull illusion set in her mind that her life would forever be nothing but a depressing gray hell. Unhappy and terrifyingly boring.
Her dreams bled red. The anger in her heart clouding the only escape from a world that made her bleed from open wounds and open cuts and aching thoughts and hurtful lust.
Her aura bled gold. Because even after all that she goes through, her body still knows that she's valuable in a sense where nobody can see the blood unless they bleed the same color too...
Her soul. Her soul bled clear. Because no one could see the blood seeping from her open wounds soaking into her tattered life and staining the fabric of her broken soul. Nobody could see the band aids beginning to unstick from her clear skin as the different colors of blood seeped from her being, because all they could see was the blood that poured from her soul, shadowing every other wound that bled.
Do you bleed clear? Because I do.
