Abyssal Womb.

She sat in the darkened abyss. Shiny black lined the area she was in. Cold icy black water beneath her feet, just deep enough to cover her ankles. The music flowed through her. Coursing through her veins, burning the pain, her body vibrated and bobbed to it's beat. She was naked, her white skin looked out of place in all the black. The tears flowed freely, but quietly. Her eyes closed caught up in the energy of the song, caught up in her twisting emotions, fears and demons. Louder and louder it got, the very air seemed to reverberate with anguish. There was too much, so much, the music changed, she breathed and choked out sob after sob. The energy needed out. Appearing before her lay her knife. It's orange handle a familiar friend. She hugged it to her face, the cold metal painful to her overly hot body. Crying, she kissed the knife and drew it across her skin. Carefully, barely pressing. She moved it doen her neck, her chest, her breast, a thin white line in its wake. She reached her calf and the song changed. "Could you throw it all away?" Her heart stopped and She pressed the knife in and away, slicing a thin red line into the top most layers of her skin. She took a breath, "could you suffocate like me?" She replaced the blade and again, drew it across her skin, deeper now, the blood a dark red welling up and trickling down to the water beneath. The tears restarted, the cuts became deeper. The pain was so deep, so buried, finally the song rose to it's highest, she screamed, the knife flashed red and silver. The blood poured, she lay down face first on the water. It's coolness seeping into her. Red pooled and spread, the water began to rise. She sat up, lay back and closed her eyes. The black water lifted her up. Buoyant, bleeding, but released, her mind shut down. Her senses deprived. She became quite, relaxed, part of the abyss itself. She drifted and slept. Her cuts kneeding together into pink puckered lines. The abyss held her close. A womb of silent protection.