Blushing cheeks turned to flames in her belly; the shame fuelled the fire that was her angst. She tried to talk herself off the ledge of her demise, each step of commonsense reeling her back to reality. She took the lingering emotion and whispered its name into the candle: wax dripped onto her wrists, gluing her back together. She blinked; wide eyes nuzzling into a slumber. She breathed; heart rate climbing down from the clouds. She giggled as she slipped into the realization that blushing cheeks were almost enough to push her over the edge.
That in its self held more shame.
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