Apocalypse

She heard  music echoing in the crevices of her head. A velvety sound that flows through her fingers like the finest of silk. Spun by fairies. Worn by their Queen

 She sways, like a dervaish who has forsaken all worldly burdens,  to the music in her , making her way to the window . A Blast. Debris everywhere. children screaming. A singed baby shoe bounces off the window as she gazes serenely at the smoldering landscape. The light from the blast illuminates her face through the intricately worked crochet curtains. She can’t help it, she smiles a lazy grin and her eyes fluttered shut. Euphoria lifts her up and twirls her through the air like a tender ballerina lover. A pirouette.

The sound of a piano played by a gentle, loving hand perambulates through her mind.

And as she floats to the fire place she hears gun fire. She tosses some dry drift wood on the dying embers of the fire glowing a deep red. The fire gives a comforting roar and the crackle of the wood mingles with the sharp gun fire. Dull crackle. Sharp firing

She drops into the armchair nearest to fire and sighs. A toast, to life. To Death.

May he take all of us, satisfied and in the arms of a lover.

Draining the last few drops of her wine, she keeps an ear cocked for Death when he comes knocking at her door. An old friend invited for a warm home cooked meal. Outside, unknown to her,  a little boy claws at his blue cotton shorts, as they go up in smoke.

She was not afraid to die, infact she imagines it would be bliss. Everything stops. Floats. Suspended. A suspension in golden glowing honey. Thick and sweet.

She imagines herself as a suspension and a languid smile stretches her lips like a cat waking itself up from a nap. Her cheeks ache as they stretch; Out of practice. Old play-dough in the hands of an over enthusiastic child.

Frowning faintly, she wonders how much longer it will be. Her life had passed by in the blink of an eye, like an acquaintance waving goodbye from the grimy window of a train. So then, why are these moments carrying on for ever, when they are but a few drops of blood in the vast nothingness of the ocean.  A loud crash interjects her thoughts. The shatter of glass rings through her ears.

The night will end soon, so she gets up to pour herself some more wine.