Purified (trigger warning, hints at abuse)
My thoughts run rampant like an overheated engine. The steady stream of water cleanses the dirt from my skin and my soul. I step out further, feeling anew, my troubles swirling down the sewage drain.
I've always thought a heavy downpour was Earth's attempt to rid itself of evil.
However, the rain could never manage to wash away the purple, there wasn't time. It would soon be replaced by a shade deeper than the first.
I've always despised purple, so today, I exchanged it for my favorite, red.
The crimson that stains my hands, is becoming, but its origin mars its beauty.
I stand in the delicious rain, drenching my body, purifying my spirit, my sin slowly dripping off my fingers.
I smile at the piercing sound of the wailing siren, a warning of my impending imprisonment.
I just bought myself my freedom. All else is a small price I'd pay again and again. Gladly.