As they pulled her stiffening body onto the gurney, Her eyes filled with tears that weren't ready to shed. Roughly they pushed and positioned her to fit,
The red body bag draped casually over its frame. The moment that'd stick only seconds away, They pulled a clean plastic wrap up and over her sides as she lay on her back. Her thin frame showed ever bone in sharp contrast to her pale skin. As the first side of plastic covered her face a reality started to set in. The truth was odd and cold like her hand only moments ago which had desperately been clung to even though it was far too late and her life had already been lost... 3 hours after her death and she was somehow not longer a person but a vessel to be destroyed in fire, reduced to ash. She was gone and this struck like every tooth of the zipper whined in protest as she was sealed away... He physical face never to be caressed again, never to have her check kissed once more, or her cheeks flush. She was gone. The image burned into the mind of a grandchild never to see her grandma again. Never to stay up and talk about the boys and stars, never to whisper the dark family stories or sad lonely thoughts... Her voice stolen with time. It was a gut wrenching moment of great despair. She wanted to cry she wanted to tear the bag open... She wanted her to say hi again... Just one last time... She never got to say goodbye for the last time or I love you and it was far too late. The cold she'll was being quickly pushed down the hall where her chariot await. It wasn't right... It couldn't be... There were so many things to do and say... So much to achieve and see... But all too late. And now the plans of what will never be... The plans they had made for just 2 short weeks later would never be... It happened so quick... A fall and a trip... Led to a night stay then a day, but oh too soon the ending came. It was unexpected and quick... It came out of no where just a random normal day and by night the whole world had changed... And she'd never get the chance... She'd never get that smile one more time, she'd never talk to her hero again. The pain, the loss that followed all too passionately was crippling... As her struggle began again.

Blah... Some weird vent poem thing... I'm exhausted and I can't get her face out of my head so yeah... Have some dreadful hate of a now loathed date.

Sigh...

I only said 1 thing to her when it was time to be alone with her... I couldn't chocked out anything else... "I love you" but what I really meant was... "Don't leave me." And still it was too late

I'm a mess... That's all I've got...

-Arie