Bloody handprints,

Bloody handprints,

Upon the wall,

Tears staining,
Pale cheeks,

Dark hair matted upon,

Frail shoulders,

Corpses all around,
Death and decay,

Wandering the dark corridors,

Of her mind,

Reliving every moment,

Watching as they are slaughtered,

Blood covering her hands,

Ebony and ruby,

Golden eyes opening,

Recognition slow in coming,

Horror crossing,

Her face upon seeing what is around her,

Then a grin of delight,

Her tormentors were now gone,

A hand wandering down her body,

Working its way under her dress,

Now stained ruby,

Lightly,

Oh so lightly,

Rubbing herself,

Then slowly inserting a finger within,

Now sheathed within herself,

She works herself to orgasm,

Without a care of what surrounds her,

With no more than a glance around her,

She leaves what was once her life,

Behind.