Train Wreck

Shattered glass and twisted metal litter the ground.  Bent and broken carcass lies on the stone street, a torn-up shell of what once was.

Her blood pools in the spaces between the cobblestones, the knife that swept her life away feigning innocence on the cold stone beside her.  One movement, two people.  One window, one knife, one act of malice.  Like a train wreck I cannot stand to look, nor can I stand to look away.