The room of rainbows

The air is cold, the streets clear.

The eerie emptiness, produces fear.

The woman is careful to remain silent as she creeps through the streets.

Her backpack once full, slowly becoming lighter, as she runs out of things to eat.

Most people have gone. Missing, burned, eaten or dead.

And the woman is alone, with the noisy thoughts in her head.

Finally, she comes back to the house. The rooms gloomy, dull and baren.

She makes her way to the special room. The one that she calls her heaven.

Rainbows are everywhere. Colour upon the walls and quilt.

She stares at her daughters bed, and is filled with unwarranted guilt.

Her gaze falls upon the dusty music box, the dancing zebra having lost its leg

She closes her eyes tight, as her mind attacks. Her smiling, dancing girl filling up her head.

The coy fish tattooed upon her wrist,

The inked memory that forces her heart to twist.

Her baby chose the pretty fish, at the parlour when only three.

She was her everything, but she was taken. Now it hurts to breathe.

She cuddles the teddy that sits upon the bed, and again says her daily words.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I love you." She whispers, in pain. But it only makes her feel worse.

She locks up the house ready to go. She knows the hour is near.

She leaves her bag, All her weapons and drops each ounce of fear.

To the church she goes. Awaits outside. Ready to see her girl.

The bells chime loud. The zombies approach and she says goodbye to this world.