Beyond the gasps and the stillness of breath
He lies in wait, beckoning death. But she does not come.
Her presence too late.
The light pales in silence,searching the shadows.
Desperately clinging between the here and there.
The stillness lifts.
Her silhouette pulling him to the slumbering
softness of the kiss lingering on her lips.
His shadow dredges along the wall,fingers screaming despair.
The tears raining shadows in the lingering air.
She stifles the silence with one finger
and pushes him into the depths of hell.
With Cheshire glee.
