Unhinged

The moment I opened my eyes, I was there, sitting on a tiled-floor. I was barely breathing in  a four– cornered chamber, painted in ashes of blue. Walls were drawn with the calligraphy of our names.

The room was covered with the noise of silence. No one was there, only the golden light coming from the radiance of the firewood in the chimney.

My eyes started to roll its camera and attacked the 3R-sized photo of yours dropped with droplets of red liquid. I tried to wipe the liquid of life on your face, but it was totally dry.

Were you dead or you just killed me?

Because I was like a spotlight that can pass through the window pane without bleeding.