i will always see her as she was

naked   in the shower   soap suds

streaming freely, molded to the contours

of her skin   shift of colors  transparent

that is how she was, she always was

until a malign bubble burst

flooding white light through her brain

a tremble   a spasm   a fall

a noise where no noise should be

her wet hair   tangled   like thin brown snakes

splayed across still – oh so still – flesh

not even the hoped for rise of taut breasts

only water  water falling on open empty eyes