tainted yellow my wedding dress
a tomb that imprisoned
light seeped in
suspended I was
My pen hovered
the blank page before me
his name dissipated from my lips
no longer to leech the life from my withered hand
youth a luminous glow sacrificed
through the lapse of curtains a narrow shift
of light
hovering over my hand
a spark of life
unrecognised
the clock resumed its steady tick
waking me from a morbid slumber
