It was on top of me like a force begging to be reckoned with.

It crushed into me, bleeding into me, as I bled into it.

Red, so bold against the black & white of this world.

Was this my fault?
My doom.

I was dead.
She was dead.

But then she clawed her way up from the dead,
Seeping our of my skin, with every breath taken.

The heat was suffocating.