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, darting from left                  
    to right, searching for her savior.
Wrists and ankles bound. No escape
     The only light is from a waning candle. The single flame licking the          air and illuminating her 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."