The Covers are pulled over her head; the stars are too bright
And the spring breeze carries with it the smell of cheery blossoms
She hasn’t quite fallen into the realm of dreams
When the sound of your bare feet come into the bedroom
A thin smile greets you climbing into bed and under the covers
You curl up next to her, the touch of bare skin against yours
She snuggles closer and notices a warmth flowering on her side
It runs down her belly accompanied by a sharp pain
The red is pooling around her now and she turns to see
the remorse reflected back at her through your eyes
And she catches the glint of what your hand holds