| Last Reach
...........her eyes opened,
the view was one of red,
a jagged strip across the door, the eroded wooden entrance
Her eyes carefully looked round,
opened drawers, sheets of paper scattered on carpet floor.
Her eyes rested on a picture amidst the domestic carnage,
Vision was hazy, hard to make out its identity.
She attempted to rise to her feet and found a purple dagger in her grasp. | 
