Dark, glistening rain slides over her trembling shoulders
Down the length of her back and swirling
Around her ankles
Forming rippling puddles at her naked feet
Her thick black hair curls and drips
Plastering fly away strands against her flawless soft white skin
Forming rivulets of water that slide down her arms
Her green eyes dart nervously around
Searching
Shaking
She
picks up the knife in her slim fingers
The
knife that was so carelessly flung away
Twirls
it around watching the blade catch
The
light, making it dance
The
knife clatters to the cold, stone floor
The
rich dark droplets spin crazily from the tip of the gleaming blade
Following
effortlessly to the ground
With
a slight turn of her head
She
allows her eyes to alight on the picture
Above
the fireplace
Framed
in sparkling gold
A
portrait of an unhappy woman
Looking
out, searching for something
Someone
to help her
Her
pale face drawn and sad, her black eyes filled with
Desperation
"Lara,"
the old woman in the portrait seemed to beg…
"Lara,"
her arm was bruised and bloody, draining her life
Draining
her soul, her darkness
And
her love