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