A Stranglehold

She had difficulties remembering the events
that landed her in a hospital bed,
bandages were on tight,
as they covered her swollen head,
the room seemed dark,
even though the lights were bright,
and only the loneliness was heard,
so she tried to call out,
but had difficulty forming a single word,
it was her mind that would shout,
her skin felt cold,
and her lips would fold,
it was as though someone had put a stranglehold
on her vocal cords,
what felt out of shape was her face,
as the bandages kept it in place,
every part of her body was taped,
as she continued trying to communicate,
but drool was all that escaped,
as her eyes would leak,
a spirit would peek,
and death continued to seek,
she sensed that something ominous had happened,
that she could tell,
but then there was that smell,
it seemed to be drifting higher,
then it all came rushing back to her,
it was her boyfriend who had set her on fire.
© 2011 Frank Atanacio