My smile fades as I watch her there,
Red speckled roses flowing out and around her inky hair.
My eyes widen and they turn glassy like marble balls,
And I dash out, veering in and out of endless walls

The air outside is hostile and unwelcoming,
Never mind, I run out hoping that someone is coming.
I scream and yell but the still, empty streets just watch me, indifferently,
Silence reigned, there really was no one to guide me through this episode
‘We need help! We need help!’, I still scream desperately, impatiently,
As if a knife was threatening to cut my throat

Fear crawl up my spine, it shakes me by my shoulders,
I cry and cry and cry, tears falling like rolling boulders.
‘Wake up!’, I hear a voice, its warm, familiar, and comforting
And as I obey it, I find a face with inky hair, no red speckled roses to be seen, flowing out or around anywhere.