She lay wrapped in a soft, white blanket.
She was asleep.
No, her eyes are shut. she is still here.

It is still. (she is not alone.)
It is quiet. (the sound of clashing atoms)

until
one hand slightly slips out of the blanket and grips the mattress below and
another makes its way into the short tresses of her hair.
C O L O R S and S O U N D S spread like pumping blood
through veins, snaking its way through this place of slumber.

and laughter and tears and horror explodes from her mouth
He is but a shadow, guilty of the worst of crimes;
he’d colored outside of the lines.

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This is significant and meaningful to this day.