there she laid in the white bed

her skin was pale as a needle went into her veins

and her lips were pursed as if she were dead.

the room felt empty and quiet.

white.

white everywhere.

white bed, white walls, white floor,

white.

white was the symbol of innocence and purity

but those words didn't come close to the place she was in.

dark.

dark everywhere.

dark mind, dark thoughts, dark feelings,

dark.

dark like her blood that seeped into the bag on the rack.

there was nothing left to do other than to lay there

and live the last few moments of her life

just laying in bed.