she was heaving, as if a pair of invisible hands with claws had ripped out her breath completely.
her eyes were dead stars with pointed ends and i wondered what it would be like to be completely submerged in death's robed arms.
the dawn created a halo above her bowed head, and before the final bout of air escaped her lungs, she put her fingers against each other in prayer, and i screamed when she died because i didn't believe in a
heaven.