A Collection of drabbles

Blood ran in raging rivulets charging across the deep indigo of her skin, fierce gaping wounds glared angrily up towards her. She set her jaw firm and lashed out again with the blade angled towards her bicep then exhaled as more blood flowed. Control the pain, punish the soul. Breathing hard, she inhaled her tears as she cut again and again and the viscous, crimson liquid oozed onto the bed. She dressed in a long sleeved blouse that covered the bandages, a sleek pencil skirt and heels, got in her car and headed off to another day in the office.