A Crimson Darkness

Ever so gently the edge strokes. Testing, allowing for a moment of hesitation, a final chance to reconsider. But reconsidering is not a common event here among rash actions and impulsive decisions. So hesitations and final chances form a whirlwind of regret, and, along with hopes and expectations, dash away beyond reach, leaving a path of brokenness behind.

Again it makes contact, all tentativeness gone this time as it slides quickly, breaking through the thin surface. The first step has been taken, and there will be no return from this place of emptiness. The walls are built, and shan’t be conquered. No, weakness and failure will remain here on this side.

A new boldness now grows. Movements become slowed, taunting. There is a pensive deliberateness about it, tracing out every thought with such precise control. It goes in with purpose, and out pours doubt, fear, loneliness. Drops of uncertainty trickle into a pool of desperation. Deeper now, deeper! Longer! More! A challenge, a rush, a release.

Light glints off the blade as it falls to the ground, and a crimson darkness settles in.