She searches through a hazy dream,
Eyelids fluttering in a world of pixellations.
She reaches out through the nightmare,
     blind, scared,
Feeling nothing solid in her fingertips.
She falls through the mist,
her whole self hidden
in a fog that hurts her eyes.

Her bed
is red and lonely,
And she lies,
     stiff, hard,
back arching, head pounding,
quick breathing, quick feeling,
a snap.
Relaxed.
Alone.
Her body escapes, and
she breathes one last word.
Love.

It found her, captured her,
tied her up in ropes
she was too weak to fight.
She went willingly,
succumbed,
drowned in the toxic elixir.

Her heart was at peace
at last.