She glanced at me, her eyes wide with fear,
her skin riddled with scars
of the sheer pain she had endured throughout her life-
the overwhelming loneliness, the devastating torment
of her paucity of true friendship, of courage-
to face and overcome the adversity
that was constantly thrust upon her path-
concealing her nebulous dreams and ambitions,
in a grim, hostile shadow-
omnipresent, never to dissipate
into a million motes of darkness,
thus helping her live, and letting her cope
She was shivering in terror,
her face a milky white- spectral and pale
Disbelief coursing through her veins,
pounding against her skull,
hammering relentlessly at her fragile soul,
she broke down- a cathartic release
of bottled sentiments- ferocious and misgiving
Her nose was light pink, her cheeks bright red,
her hair wild and tangled,
with a manic gleam glinting subtly in her eyes
I approached her, but she shrunk away
from my advancing, harmless presence
She needed no one, she had become a recluse-
The effect of death on a sparkling, jocular soul
She was drowning, being chained
by the foreboding manacles of depression,
slowly, yet surely, invading her heart,
suffocating her mind, annihilating her strength
inundating her with dread, consuming bits of her
with every, painful, passing second that elapsed
Her blond hair, once lovely, whipped violently,
Her svelte figure gripped the coffin,
whose hands embraced lingering remnants of her loss
Her fingers turned white, horribly ashen,
her once ripe cheeks- skeletal and gaunt
Grief crushed her conscience, replacing hope,
Tears cascaded down a face and spirit
devoid, utterly empty, of pleasure and anticipation
Of good events to arrive- her future was empty,
as she was deprived of her driving force- her source-
A person who could bring a faint smile at her darkest hour-
a person on whom she could lean on, trust, depend-
The spirit of her late friend