I awake to notice Her a grave my body. A smirk surrounding up on Her face and a blade clutched in Her hands of might. Her heavenly blue eyes grown into wicked red. Hair is mangled and dangled. Her attractive dress that she adored, now is pale white and torn. Her legs floating off the ground, she turns to me and growls. Who was once my true friend. Now has become my worst fiend. With blood attached to Her outfit of silk, I remember Her death as my guilt.
Her dress She was in, made it hard to laugh back then. In that day and time, was it my fault was it my crime? The blood splashed on the cold dirt floor. We were close to six, but never any more. When was this? It happened so fast, all I see was She in a vast. Her screams and tears, my dreams then turned to nightmares of my fears. So scared and cold together we trimmer, only because we had surrendered. Was it all a punishment? Or maybe even a dreaded moment?
I hear Her laugh as though a weary cry. Even after that day She had died. To save one from another, is this what it’s all under? She was sent to her grave, but in my eyes She never really went away. Her face now of decaying ash, and clothes that match. Alone, only I can see Her, though She is hard not to remember. I was selfish with my pride, on the day, when She had died.
Just like the day They attacked us, her body lays unconscious. Her solid blue eyes toward the sky, She dies without my “Good-bye”.
© 2011 S. D. Blankenship
