Requiem

Lights are flickering in the white tiled room
she sits in the white porcelain bathtub
hiccuping.
the water is a dirty brown
the black and white checkered tile has blood smeared hand prints
scattered everywhere
her eyes are empty and blank..glossy and glazed over..they look like snow on a television.
the lights flicker
but her eyes do not blink.
She would break every rib..she would break every bone..she would snap them all.
she would exhale all life from within her
shuddering..she ceases to exist
lifeless limp limbs in  murky water
shriveled up skin on her fingers
the buzzing of the lights
because only the lights flicker.
In the refection the mirror an opaque shower curtain can be seen wrapped around her frail neck.
her chin touching her chest, her long black messy hair is draped on both sides.
her lifeless limp limbs dangle
her big toe just barely grazes the tile
You can't see her face though.
Only the lights flicker in the room.
no hearts beat in the room
no life left in the room
just empty shells of what has been
what has become
and what has been left.
because only the lights flicker.