Flare
A greedy, cannibalistic flare lights up her eyes...
She hangs her coat from the lowest branch of the tree, contorting it into a ghostly silhouette, faintly visible in the fragmented light of the stars. The blade she withdraws from her pocket falls into shadow along the gradient of the spine, the ironic light fading to appropriate black. She runs her finger along the edge, the sharpness of her nail against metal resonating into the night.
She lies amongst the friendly leaves, adjusting them subtly to form a bed, a final bed in which to peacefully rest. The trees bend over her, and she submits to them, a gentle smile creeping across her face as the wind whispers its orders to her.
“Do it, do it.”
And she does.
Her wrist is alabaster in the moonlight, her hand clenched to block tremors. A greedy, cannibalistic flare lights up her eyes. Slowly the blade slides across, and the first eager drops of blood emerge, paving the way for more as the flow increases. Her gasp shivers in the air momentarily, suspended in time, and then disperses.
Further cuts make the scene spin above her, like child’s play. She smiles dazedly again.
The life drains out of her, drop by drop.
She lies amongst the friendly leaves, adjusting them subtly to form a bed, a final bed in which to peacefully rest. The trees bend over her, and she submits to them, a gentle smile creeping across her face as the wind whispers its orders to her.
“Do it, do it.”
And she does.
Her wrist is alabaster in the moonlight, her hand clenched to block tremors. A greedy, cannibalistic flare lights up her eyes. Slowly the blade slides across, and the first eager drops of blood emerge, paving the way for more as the flow increases. Her gasp shivers in the air momentarily, suspended in time, and then disperses.
Further cuts make the scene spin above her, like child’s play. She smiles dazedly again.
The life drains out of her, drop by drop.