Blood runs down her arm like molten red rivers bubbling up from the depths. Drip drip. Off her fingertips, her eyes follow each droplet as it hits the white tile floor. Pooling, growing into a miniature lake below. What have I done? Maybe gone too far this time. She looks up into the mirror and sees death. Pale moss eyes stare back at her from sunken sockets. Tears and smudged makeup marking the depths. My lips are too red, she thinks to herself. They should be lighter… blue. What have I done?
Too far this time. Her familiar dance with death always had too many variables. Too many easy slips, but she could not resist the music. Her feet always carried her to the tune. She had come back so many times before.
All she could do was wait for the sirens and hope the angels would save her. Closing her eyes, she listened, swaying a bit to the tune. Drip drip. She could almost feel the flames of eternity licking at her toes, smell searing flesh as the song of the dammed played silently. No sirens this time. No soft angels wings to save her. Only rivers of lava flowing down her arms to the floor and the sweet beautiful dance into the fire.
Too far this time. Her familiar dance with death always had too many variables. Too many easy slips, but she could not resist the music. Her feet always carried her to the tune. She had come back so many times before.
All she could do was wait for the sirens and hope the angels would save her. Closing her eyes, she listened, swaying a bit to the tune. Drip drip. She could almost feel the flames of eternity licking at her toes, smell searing flesh as the song of the dammed played silently. No sirens this time. No soft angels wings to save her. Only rivers of lava flowing down her arms to the floor and the sweet beautiful dance into the fire.
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