She inched closer with the deepest regret,

A voice in her right ear, a voice in her left.

White little scars were left unkissed,

“You wont be missed,” she thought “you wont be missed...”

“Whats heaven like?”  She couldn’t help but wonder.

The clouds cried out, they screamed and thundered.

Murky waters, forbidden swamps,

Haunted by demons, taken by thoughts.

—p.c