Waiting...
      She undresses.
Waiting...
     She plunges into the cold water.
Waiting...
     She hums a song under an old wooden ceiling.
Waiting...
     She saw butterflies above her head.
Waiting...
Humming...
He enters the room.
     His manly figure weakens her soul.
Splashing...
     He pulled her to an animal state.
Moaning...
     She's exhausted.
Satisfied...
     He left her.
Somber...
     The love was never hers.
     The butterflies were gone.
     The scorpions ready to feast on her.

Now...
     Bathing in her own blood.
Waiting to be seen...

     Waiting....
         Dying...