The street lamp glittered
in the ever present drops of rain
Skin stretched taut and warm
Over veins
The blade glints as clouds roll
Over the moon

Curled into the self
A mouth pulled agape by grief
The blade hovered
Touched
The body shaking
Shattered by sorrow,
Fear and adrenaline;
Memories drift past tortured eyes
One hand clenched,
The other the essence of desperation
Alone
Surrounded by madness and despair
An inhuman cry to that omnipotent God
As a drop of blood
Mingles with her first tear