An Inspired Story

Blood

The blood poured across the tiled bathroom floor, seeping into the wailing woman's white dress. It was irrevocably stained.

The cloying iron scent of blood permeated throughout the air, mixing with the dark haired woman's expensive perfume, making an alluringly toxic scent.

Her cries echoed into the room, bouncing off the mirrored walls and creating a cacophony of tormented lamentations.

She could feel the blood hardening and clamming up in the lace of the dress. It was like gelatine in water, sticky and messy and it was blood.

Salt stained her cheeks and ran into her mouth as tears kept pouring out of her eyes. It stuck to her tongue and created a bitter-sweet feeling as it mixed with the free mints the shop gave out at the front desk.

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So I wrote this on my phone, so I apologize for any bad grammar but I hope you enjoyed it. If you did let me know and don't forget to vote.