Red stains the paper, hemorrhaging through dark letters and seeping into the margin. Blood-splattered paragraphs show so many gaping wounds the page seems to bleed with fatal injuries.
Breathing deeply to calm my rising fear, I reach out unsteady hands to smooth and comfort the damaged paper. Focusing on a large discoloration near the top, my anxiety begins to wane as I recognize a scarlet happy face. The scratches across the words are not angry festers, but iodine-like guidance! While some deletions dig deep to root out bad punctuation that can infect, the sting of rejection is soothed as I recognize the truth of good grammar, which offers to cleanse and heal.