Dimming

The impending doom is near

The sunrise has lost its appeal

The bustling streets slowly withdrew its invite

The sheet where she lay in extends its arm

Its arm wraps tight around her as though she was imprisoned

She could not escape the tight embrace

The food she once loved turned to cardboard in her mouth

The birds no longer sang and the squirrels no longer moved

Her heart followed the beats of a fast talking drum

Her hands shook heavily

Her chest rose up and down as the drum beat faster

Water rinses the happiness on her face

Thoughts jumbled with voices of laughter ringing

Words of hate spew from their laughing mouth

She believed them