| | Outside, the sky darkened, mist and fog swirling to form a horde of invisible hornets; a mass of black and grey, electric buzz growing in the air.
She stared at her stationery. A pocketful of colours; pink, green, yellow, black and blue. Her hand settled on the silver.
Blood.
Orchral stained the carpeted floor, its crimson seeped into the fur, deflowered; open. In an instant, her vision painted black, silvery strokes brushed crudely across the inky canvas, and she drew breath. The blade caught the angle of the light and she stared at its edge mesmerised by the haunting image of it against her bare skin, as if an argent moon against alabaster sky.
And, yet. It released her, gave her the relief; refuge she sought. Was it wrong to want to attempt to assuage one from onself? She caressed the edge of the blade and stared as it slit the velvety pad of her finger. Slowly, she levelled it toward her wrist, and she drew breath.
Blood, drop by drop, it fell.
And she watched, trapped in her body, a scared little girl.
♥Vera.
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