But that was not the last of it.

There was light,

Laughter… and pain.

And that was

The last of it.

There were no cries

No pain.

Yet the floor was

Red, as though

Painted with

Dismember limbs

And broken seams.

Unattended dreams,

Of you and me.

There was light,

Laughter… and pain

And that was

Not the last of it.

There were cries and

Broken sighs.

The blood seeping

Out, as fast as

The breaths

That were dying out.

There were shrieks,

And yet silence

From you.

-Momina Latif.