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.

Pity, that.

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.