Dusk on a Wilted Rose

by solaris2001

Sunset filled the room, spilling through and between the drawn shades and casting amber and crimson shards against the plastic tubing and cloth tape on her pale, sallow arms and down the meager outline of her body tucked tight into the rough cotton sheets like some linen sarcophagus. Her eyes moved lethargically from the window to his face, where his eyes averted her gaze like a leper seeking an embrace and fell ashamedly where her remaining hair met the stiff pillowcase. She opened her mouth as to speak, his eyes moving tearfully to her lips but finding no words there.