The Knife that Heals
The dark blood runs with streaks of yellow.
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A second cut.
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The stagnation ends. Life flows once again, bringing sweet oxygen to that which is long dead.
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The rot. It swirls in chunks and clumps in that dead liquid life.
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With each cut another chance. With each agonizing squeeze more hope.
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The blood flees it's cursed home. An unwanting thief fleeing with it's rotten haul.
