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| Excerpt from: Crimson Tourniquet Water from a rusted pipe slowly seeped out from the nuzzle, a violent sputter from the nauseating liquid helping its expulsion. She rinsed the crimson liquor from her fingertips, her old black nail polish chipped and faded away under the drainage. Her hands shivered beneath the water as it slithered between her pale and gaunt fingers, the red filtered from the skin. She looked up into the shattered mirror on the wall, the pathetic neon lights flickering sporadically in the reflection. Mascara, tears, and blood streamed down from vermilion eyes across frail cheeks, dripping to the foul cement ground. She blinked at her manifestation, saddened at what she had become. Was this really what she was now? Looking back down to the grime-infested sink, she lowered her head into the filth. The cool running water anchored to her faded, unkempt black hair; many strands being pulled from her scalp, falling to the drain. She coughed twice, blood forcefully strained from her mouth and nose into the plastered sink, staining the sides as it washed into the drain, which was scarcely working with the tangles of hair bunging it. Her spine shivered, lucid nightmares returning to her as she moved back from the decrepit stalls of the restroom. Why had God given up on her? She turned away from her image in the glass; the image that stood still: grinning at her, piercing her with black, malevolent eyes, oppressing her with taunts, slaughtering her with sorrowful nightmares. She quickly opened the corroded door that stood in her way, her exit giving closure from herself. The morbid scenery that surrounded the forest had grown. Endless shadows expanding further in the silver skies above: a blinding umbra of sin blanketing the planet. Comment Me...because
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