Hot body, cold sweat. Downed. Killed.
I lay alone. Clutching a cheap plastic bucket. Too sick to puke. Feelings beyond my control.
Fading photographs of my ancestors. Though was wrapped up. A blanket full of motherly love.
I could spot a woman holding something in her hand. Looked like an earpiece. Somehow futuristic.
Green hair, yellow skin. She was so fucking beautiful, it made me cry.