Frayed Edges

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She traced the letters with her fingers. They felt warm, full of a life they didn't have. Their redness intensified with each blink. Red- three letters that encompassed so much. Red was danger, love, rage, passion and pain. It was ironic how the emotions tied to this simple colour were so complex. They encircled everyone, they controlled everyone. Red to her was perfection. She mentally recited the words, 'My love is yours'. And it was- because love was red and so was her blood. She looked down at her arm. it was still red. She still loved. She smiled, disregarding the frayed edges of skin around open cuts and splatters of life on the mirror. None of it mattered. because...'My Love is yours'.