The crimson line, once neatly parting her her hair & unfairly throttling her identity, now unspools into a drying, sinuous rivulet birthed in her wrist, crimson tending to brown, spelling out her release from his unsorted demons. A crime, without weapons, stemming from the rigor mortis of the mind. #CrimsonLine #RigorMortis #ThrottledIdentity #release #YoPoWriMo18 #yqbaba
