Killings happen...
One cannot help but wonder: would she be the one to join the
circle of killings? Will she be blessed with the lovely and
welcoming serenity of death? Of graves? Of people losing all
hope without having the ability to sound a voice? To voice a
plea? To plea for the same to happen to them? Of life
shattering, of glass melting into a flowing river of hot
pain, or calm?
One can only wonder, one can only wish for such wonderful,
meaningful and dreadful things of this kind to happen to
her.
Killings happen...