dead

"dead.
hooked to a respirator. clinging to every last breath like the memories in her head.
dead.
heart beats broken up and intervals longer, the damage that love has done.
dead.
everything is dead around her.
even on another planet, the feeling of loneliness is not forgotten.
dead.
a cube to signify the many dimensions of her past life, each side all very flat and linear, never elevated.
dead.
elevated are the hills in the foreground, patiently waiting for ANYTHING or ANYONE to appear.
dead.
only thing salvaged were recordings of a unknown voice talking in a convo. the responses erased, the reason a mystery. 
dead.
her memory suffered, but these recordings were all too familiar.
dead.
the recordings played while she filled in the missing responses to this unknown voice.
ALIVE."
-kross.

illustration by julien pacaud