the blood stained curtins,
seem to reach out and cry,
the blood drips as tears,
and yet the girl on the window sill smiles.
Her eyes flicker
and she moves into the kitchen,
the kitchen a maze of pots and pans,
she slowly walks on passing them one by one.
her face lined with tired lines,
she finds herself in a state of unknowing,
perhaps she's real or perhaps she's not,
to exhusted to think she falls to the ground.
her thoughts confused,
she curls up into a ball....waiting,
waiting for the end, waiting for the beginning.
it seems she lays on the ground waiting for eternity.