Still

She stood, frozen in the centre of the room. Frozen too were the bodies around her; their mouths carved brutally upwards into horrifying facsimiles of smiles. Unlike her, they would never move again.

The gap between beats of her heart felt like millenia, as every detail wormed its way into her mind and made a home there.

What have I done?

The only sound in the grotesque silence was the steady

drip

drip

drip

as red tore away from lifeless fingertips.

From the empty space behind came a press at her shoulder, and warmth on her neck.

“It’s your turn.”