by Hannah Pickering

There’s blood in these waters son.

Blood that runs so deep in the sediment, that no amount of draining and cleansing would ever strip it.

There have been many men who have stopped at these waters.

Good men.

Bad men.

All men.

Every man has passed through these waters.

Every man has stopped at the edge and stared at his reflection.

Every man has seen the blood swirl in the water to reveal his soul.

And sometimes, the hidden image that’s cast back to him is more terrifying than the one seen by all.

That is the devil that runs in the waters.

There’s blood in these waters son.

And you’d best be careful when you look at your reflection.

For the blood lining your hands will surely reveal your unholy nature.

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