she was a close friend of mine
she died in my arms
no soul around to witness
half a day of terror
I asked how she was doing
she spoke with her mind made up
"he said I was in the wrong
the bruises are much too strong
I couldn't get off the floor
I can't take it anymore
tell them to remember me
in my jokes and poetry
I promise to watch over you"
..
urge to vomit as the food is getting colder
..
body shivering in 20 degree weather
..
phone screen staring back with nothing new to offer
..
guilt eating away at the last traces of me
..
collect her poems to build her anthology
..
heart medications have been of no use tonight
..
through the window I can start to see the sunlight
.
now two lives are hanged on mine, not too sure of one
.
outside the wind is silent, wishing I could run
.
alarm sounds going off every 30 minutes
.
thoughts are not my own remind me I'm out of it
.
the uncertainty of a grieving heart, it aches
in her hospital bed, she was quite conflicted
to protect your prisoner is no easy job
2 sets of 6 deep breaths
5 colours
4 textures
3 sounds
took the pills and went back home
home that should not be named home