Crimson.

Blood.

Salty. Heavy. Choking. And it sticks to your clothes, your throat, your hair. I swear even though I've taken a nice long warm bath to wash off the smell, I can still TASTE it. The salty flavour sticks to your tongue, until every little thing that you drink, eat, smoke or taste has that familiar awful smell.

It must have been the most violent, most bloody night ever as of date.

But I'm not about to let anyone down when they're in need, because I never did.

I hope the smell fades away quick, or my mama's gonna be paranoid that something dirty followed me home. The women on the train must have thought I smelt like period blood. But hey, I protect life!

The smell sucks. Seriously, you can't mask it at all.

Ah, blood. The perfect thing to kickstart your weekends.