Slowly the light fades from view.
Vibrant blues that once shone from her eyes,
dim as if the clouds have roll in.
The laughter has faded,
bright ruby lips turned purple.
Life drained before my eyes.
Worlds turned upside down.
Her white shirt stained.
Colour of death.
So young and full of life,
now strewn with the shattered shards our bedroom window.
I want to scream.
Do something other than stare.
Lying motionless on a pink rug,