short thoughts

"She pierces the thin flesh on her forearm with a silver knife she polished earlier that day. Ruby blood trickles down her arm which she moves above the crystal-cut flower vase. The blood meets the water and instantaneously clouds into a pink color. Then it morphs darker into red. It Clouds and swirls around in a vase from Bergdorfs, a decoration for the guests.  She quickly dabs her cut and pulls down her silken sleeve to conceal it from the praying eyes that will soon be upon her. ding ding! The doorbell rings, and she doesn't move the vase. Once just a piece of nice crystal, it is now a chamber of darkness and silent struggle. Maybe they will think it is food dye meant to add a creative element to the elegant arrangement of black magic roses."