Her

Drowning in the rain of tears
that flooded from within

There was a flash of metal
A glint of an edge, before

Redness. Spewing from the sewer.
It turned the blackened tiles

A more permanent black.
That translated one pain to another.

There's a saying you know, about how if you have two pains, the one that's more intense will overwrite the other. And physical pain trumps them all.