(no subject)
flash
[a picture of a naked woman, leaning in a doorway, grasping a knife, freshly plunged (to the hilt) into her stomach. her head is bowed (her hair is long, her eyes are closed, her mouth is barely open), her knees are collapsing, she is not breathing. she is caught in a solitary moment before the fall. the inevitable.]
(what is she saying? are her cries inaudible whimpers? the shadow of someone is darkening her. a hand that moved in severe motions towards her not seconds earlier.
she coughed as she was struck. did he let go immediately? did he hold on, in shock of what he had done? he was not sadistic.)
"oh god."
flash
[a picture of a naked woman, her right hand extended towards you, her left is grasping a knife, freshly plunged (to the hilt) into her stomach (the blood is shiny). she is looking at you, through half opened eyes (wrinkled on the sides, inbetween blinks), many tears are caught in stasis (you can see them sparkling across her face), her mouth is tight (cheeks high), an expression of pain and disbelief. she is caught in a solitary moment before the fall. the advanced.]
(where did he get the knife? he doesn't own a knife. they were, they.. they were just talking. he loved her so much.
rewind.)
flash
[a picture of a naked woman, lying on a floor in a pseudo-fetal position, both of her hands are unseen, hidden by her legs, which are curled towards her trunk, her chin is down, her eyes are open (staring blankly, serenely upwards), her mouth is open at a relaxed degree, she is lying in a pool of blood on a dark, hardwood floor, a naked hand is reaching towards her (not the photographer's), and it is clean. they are caught in a solitary moment, after the fall. the irreversible.]
"shit. i'm out of film."