A Fearful Phantasm

A dark, empty room;
I could see two chairs and a bed.
Even the air in that space
Seemed choked and suffocated;
I saw some red drops
On the white marbled floor;
My feet smiled when it discovered
A broken nail polish bottle;
In the deadened silence,
I missed the noise of the shower;
After a couple of minutes,
She came out in a blue bath robe;
I was happy to see her alive;

We went to the kitchen;
I looked for a saucepan to make tea,
She was sitting on the kitchen slab;
I asked her to get me a lighter;
My words were enough to inflame the space;
She threw a cup of water on my face;
The bedroom was shaken by her roar;
I was terrified and shocked;
I could not leave her alone;
I ran after her;
She closed the door and howled;

I couldn’t even muster up
The courage to console her;
I picked my cell phone to call her husband;
She tore the sleeves of her garment;
The blood seemed discolored,
Mixed with the ashes of her burnt skin;
Suddenly the bell rang
And she ran to the kitchen;
Her husband had come home;
I greeted him with a questioning look;
She asked me to help her;
When I gave her the diced vegetables,
The cooker was filled with her tears.

This was a dream;
She was my friend;
It was too late to call her;
I slept in my sweaty night suit.
Next morning, I saw her message;
She had called me to a mall;
When she spotted me,
She embraced me with utmost joy;
She was getting married;
She had come to give me the wedding card.