She woke up from life
And did not know where she had been wandering all this time
She witnessed her family cry, and so did the sky
And then, she saw it, her body in front of her eyes
Without a soul, without a breath
With her hand, she touched the empty holes in her face
And with *******, retraced the place her eyes once filled
The light that would creep out so delicately
But there was nothing.
A cold blue body, laying still on a bed that was not hers
In a room that she did not love
And then, the clouds slowly parted, a yellow rays came in and touched her
Until, slowly, her entire being broke into tiny pieces
Of pink, purple, green and yellow
And formed little butterflies that would one day float
In the green meadows April offered.