The Last Dance

By Ayile Locoh Donou

It was the last time I would be here, alone, as I sat there looking at nothing but this black wall, sitting peacefully in front of me like a body moments before passing.

The sound of nothingness resonated through the room, bouncing off the walls, there I was, alone with my own thoughts, you could almost hear a pin drop.

The sound of my heart breathing slower and slower, as time progressed, the feeling of my heart pumping blood through my veins, struggling to keep me afloat.

I could

Still Smell Her

perfume, it resonated with me, even though she wasn't alive for long, she smelled like a breath of fresh air, tempting me until I finally gave in and took her breath away.