As she died, she saw a life
a short life
a unhappy life
no one to share times good and bad
no one to grow old with

She looks at the crimson drops as they slap the stark tile
gold twinkle, life pools congeal

lonely childhood and curling screams fill the space
as she descends to the floor

abuse fills the scream
a violence fills the abuse
words fill the violence

pain ends the life