Is This Death?
I awake in the dark, strange plastic surrounds me, bars keep me in. My body aches, confusion and fear flow through my veins. I’m lost, alone, trapped in a cell filled with strange sounds.
Suddenly I see the light spilling through the door like the sun, blanketing a woman asleep in a chair. It’s my mother. A calmness seeps in. I turn, watching her until I fall asleep.
Namastè
©NicholeDonjè
