Red Lips
She lay there
naked and dying
Gasping and retching
Helpless
Blood oozing and flowing
down the gash from her collar bone
to her womb
Slowly forming crimson pools on the stone she lay
I watch
Her eyes in a panic, daring left to right;
searching for her savior
Wrists and anknles wound; No escape
The only light is froma wanning candle
The single flame licking the air and illuminating he pale, satin skin
She is beautiful
Murmurs and muffled cries erupt from her silenced lips
Tears glisten down her cheeks, Her flat abdomen heaves as oxygen
leaves her from futile wailing
I stroke her fair hair, shushing her
Her efforts slow
Cries cease
I look into her eyes as the light fades from them and softly whisper,
"Look how beautiful I made you."