she hit the mirror.
looking at all the little sharp knives falling
the hatred reflect multiplied in
as many images as there was pieces on the floor
the followed fall of the fool
happened [idling]
like it would never. hand.
until she'd feel the contact with her knees
there was no other noise disturbing silence
than the. metallic smell. of the red diffusing.
[thick atmosphere. à couper au couteau]
[the room goes dark]
[focus of the camera on the pond]
no will would press the red key to give it an end.
[focus of the camera on the key]
