Her hands were clammy, her skin raw.

I stood there, exasperated, engulfed in awe.

She said the ground was shaking,

the moment I was waking.

Yet it was still, and my coffee was not shaking.

‘Go back to bed’ I murmured, for she was always playing tricks. Death by ignorance, wasn’t something on my bucket list.

Now my hand traced her unresponsive face,

blood was flowing down to her waist.

The glint in her eye, that cheeky smile.

Forever masked by the future of no return, where the sun refuses to shine.