red [complete]

eight || steel

she didn't want to

not to her.

not to

polina.

 

such a gentle gaze,

such a sweet smile.

 

and here she was

such a ruthless killer.

 

she picks up the gun,

hard.

the weight feels

dead.

not right.

she sets it down.
 
 

she picks up the knife,

sharp.

the steel glints,

cold.

good enough.

 

she murmurs

a soft apology,

a gentle plea,
 
 

and drives the blade in.

brown eyes forgive

the soft light fading away

polina

does not make a sound

A sharp movement and she slits Polina's throat.

  

the deed is done.

the applause rises.
 
  

she shuts her eyes,

and cries.