Pain flows through a crimson tide.
Pressure of the cold steel knife. Cutting. Biting.
Picture perfect, masking sadness with makeup.
Pauses, only to bid him goodbye.
Parting ways with safety. She meets cruelty and lust at the bar.
The world slowly fades to black.
Throbbing music, blurred vision. Chaos. Destruction.
The dress shouts above reason, silencing all protest.
Treasured secrets smashed.
Their content ignored. The selfish fulfilment of scarlet fantasies.
Sleep denied by confusion.
Searing pain with no relief. Anguish. Fear.
Sly deceit transforming forever, painting her cruel magenta.
Screams of agony trapped inside.
Strangling her with panic. Terror and his mistress look on in scorn.
Deprived of sleep and light, hope flickers dim.
Dark thoughts surround darker deeds. Creeping. Crushing.
Deception trapping her in a nightmare in sangria.
Doubt swallows her whole, but he drags her back out.
Dusting her off, slowly removing the knives and her burdens.
Never the same but with the strength to survive.
Overcoming, yet never forgetting.
Wonder that he still stands besides her, slowly chipping away at the red paint.
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