The storm in her mind swirls a blustery trail
Smashing her thoughts to shades of red
Fragments of colour like autumnal leaves
Light the fires inside her head
A crimson river meanders out
Across the floor beneath her feet
It frames the bloodied corpse, so still
As she sweetly starts to weep
At first a drop and then the tears
Rain softly, from her core
They soak the dagger in her hand
And cleanse...