This Lake Is Her Home.

Dala sits alone.
On a old bench made of wood near her favorite lake.
She watches two black swans swimming with no direction.
So does she.

She lights on her third cigarette.
Wondering, how could this happened to her?
She walks on the boulevard to her memories.
She's in the horizon alone.

She watches her fingers now,
Bloody hands, cover with pain.
She looks up to the sky.
She cant smile.

Looks like she's going to burn her hands with fire.
No, she lights on her fourth cigarette.
She knows that she will reach her dream alone.
For a moment.

She's humming.
One of her favorite.
Her favorite lullaby.
She's hurt.

She picks up a shotgun near her.
She aims the black swan.
Her heart beats fast.
She takes a deep breath and..........

The trees behind her shout at her.
A group of birds fly away, away from her.
She killed the black swan.
Headshot.

The other one swims away and flies.
Afraid of dying, it fears death.
Blood fills the water around the black swan.
Dala throws her shotgun away.

Dala cries, so loud.
She covers her face with her bloody hands.
She cries like a crazy woman who cant accept her son's death.
She screams so loud, so does the trees behind her.

Her face covers with blood and tears.
She stands up, lights on her fifth cigarette.
She tries to keep calm.
She stops crying.

She sits on the bench again,
Playing her fingers again.
She looks up to the sky.
She's smiling.

Dala, you're not guilty.