A Murder.

Tip toe she walked through the darkness that engulfed the earth.
Tip toe she walked beneath the starless sky.
Tip toe she walked through the maze of rooms and corridors.
There was silence save that one dog's endless cries.
There was paranoia dripping with every bit of moisture in the air.
There was not any witness to register the crime about to be committed.
She stepped on the floor with checkered tiles.
She pulled out the sharpest butcher's knife.
She walked towards the only unlocked room in the almost vacant house.
None to assess the finger prints on the weapon.
None to stare at the red drops falling on the white floorboard.
None to heal the deep gash made on her wrist.