In an empty graveyard, I saw her sitting on a rusted bench seemingly waiting for something. Her dress was frayed and her nails were chipped and dirty, looking like she's spent hours digging the ground. But what was most noticeable about her were the eyes that held a gaze of someone whose hope was tested over and over again, has weathered and ultimately flatlined. The world that night was dark, almost as dark as the coal black sky above her. Yet I could see her eyes because they held a look that flashed of long-held agony.

She started to feel the cuts on her wrists with the same hands that wounded them. While these slits signal a gesture of cowardly surrendering, she saw this as an acceptance of what life has cast upon her. A painful yet graceful exit from the world that didn't want her. She is now basking in the measureless understanding that she was never meant to live. And it is with the final resignation to her destiny that she calmly awaited her death.

She felt every drop of blood that escaped from her .. embracing every pain so as to numb the part of her that was most aching-- her heart that still holds a tempestuous scream like that of a banshee's.

Fate has been cruel to her. And she, now, is more convinced than ever that it has a fixation for bizarre and sensational entertainments as it manipulated things to take on a farcical turn. The skies opened to pave way for the moon's beam illuminating the lines on her face, each holding a story of misery and despair. She looked up at the moon and wallowed in its glow of sardonic mockery while the stars watched what resembled to be a deathly theatrical spectacle and wept for her. Their soft silent sobs blended with the wind's howl which became the song that beckoned her to dance along its allegorical rhythm of death. Each step brought with it memories of a woman, who as a child, learned many things littles ones shouldn't know. The moon shone arrogantly still, bringing flashbacks of her life. A life that, I could only conclude, was molded by a very sadistic prankster. Every memory was remembered with screams that tore at her insides, reverberating across the empty burial ground, culminating in slow baited breaths. She used whatever strength in her left and made a move to go to the deeply excavated ground which, in her mind, was her final resting place.

But fate, until this time, was still cruel to her so she dropped on the ground, just inches before her grave and died with her eyes open.