Crimson Love
Running through those veins are words she has heard growing up. She cuts to bleed them out. When the blood escapes her body, the words ooze out like an infection. She waits for the pain to take her away. She wills herself numb. Numb to this world and its twisted logic. The thoughts in her head are destroying her. They rip and tear at her confidence.
Sitting alone in her room, she dreams. She dreams of an innocent man who dies because of the betrayal of a friend. She has no idea who it is, yet she knows all too well. He seems to be looking directly at her.
He mouths, “I love you; this is for you,” as he inhales for the last time.
In the dream she cries, yet there is peace. When she awakes, all her scars are gone and the book now beside her is opened to a chapter called John. She smiles for the first time in years and decides to read. Love, the crimson Love, came to her that day. She has not split her flesh since. Love is her light in the darkness and joy is her strength.
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