My fingers traveled across the papery skin
Tracing the blue roads of the map
Imprinted on her forearm,
following them to the nearly deceased hand.
I was too young to comprehend the wails of a mother
that would reverberate in her cage for years
I observed the progression of death
and the struggled continuation of life.
blood fled from the hand
Its life retreating, as vital members of the dance,
one by one,
failed to complete the routine.
Leaving involuntary substitutes
cold, machine-driven grunts,
to finish the job.
One last time.
Until a living corpse remained,
a body with no soul,
a mind safely tucked away
in the warm hands of Heaven,
never to reawaken.
The last melody sung by the women rang out
Loud and piercing
Never to be heard again.
As Grim greeted her from the doorway
Stealing my psyche,
a child, before
Ushered her frozen body out
As psychopumps descended.
I engraved the scene
with greying skin and sunken cheeks,
deep into my memories.