20CrypticIdentity
We See the Girl
We see the frame;
un-ornate,
yet well-crafted.
The perfect fit
for the picture held within.
We see the picture;
unimpressive,
yet elegant.
Each stroke
painted perfectly to make the girl.
We see the girl;
modest,
yet beautiful.
An elegant shape
held within the confines of the picture.
We see the girl;
beautiful,
yet incomplete.
Perhaps it is in the face
that we see the inaccuracy.
We see the face;
sweet,
yet a forlorn expression lies on it.
They say the eyes are the window to the soul;
perhaps a closer look will tell more.
We see the eyes:
sad.
Surrounded with subtle red eye shadow.
What could cause such a beautiful face
to be stained by those silent tears?
Perhaps if we step back and observe the person as a whole once again, we may understand.
We see the girl
once again;
beautiful red lipstick on her face.
No. Not lipstick.
Blood.
And in a moment's blink, everything is set in motion.
We see the girl;
her face whitens
as she climbs out of her picture.
We see the knife;
produced from her pocket;
seemingly directed towards us.
We see her eyes;
filled with fright;
staring at something behind.
The boundaries between reality and fantasy broken, we back away to the wall, only an observer.
We see a man;
no,
a boy.
Not nearly a man
with what he plans to do.
We see a frame
on the opposite wall,
empty.
We watch as
the story unfolds.
We see the boy,
holding a glass
full of red.
Poison.
We see the boy
grab the innocent girl.
She tries to defend
with the knife,
to no avail.
We see the two,
locked in tragic battle,
the girl being attacked
for no apparent reason.
Except that the boy is insane.
We see the final blow dealt.
The girl is forced to drink
from the cup of a murder
planned by the boy.
We see now,
the reason for
the tragic face,
the tears,
the blood.
As she breathes her last breath, she only wonders what all wonder.
Why…?
The scene vanishes.
And we see the painting
with the girl,
her tragic fate finally told.
And we see a message,
hidden in the painting.
"Not her time."