As tears drench down her white dress, she stifles her sobs as she tears in.
That blade the only pain she ever found real
. The fallacy of religion just another swipe of a blade that rips in deeper than her heart can tell. She rips up, rips down and smiles
. For once, she is seeing results of her sacrifice
. For once, her communion
is a reality.
Whisper: "It'll all be over soon, and you will be pure, pure white."