Narcissa
Naked
Atop long low washstand counter.
One across the other, hands clenched.
Nails bruising smooth pale palms claw half moons.
Wrists fettered, bound overhead. Legs spread.
Eyes wide wild, only white. Screams stifled.
Lucius
Whips
Blond hair over slender shoulder.
Silent concentration. Bent to task,
head down, elegant hands busy in blood.
Needle & thread. Preparation for long
journey. Unexpectedly called away
from hearth and home.
Finished.
Narcissa
unbalanced
trembling stumbling dizzy.
Moves quickly away on unsteady feet.
Lucius
follows
brilliant rubies from cold white tile
down colder stone of hallway. Confident.
"No-one touches what's mine."
