Falling to a pulp on the floor

Heard the voices many;

The bliss was intoxicating….

Displaced she felt as she rouse;

Confusion written

On the faces that peered.

But one familiar face

Lifted her hand

And to that smile, she relaxed.

Not yet, she heard

And sprung to rise –

The only rhythm

Her heartbeat.

Those few minutes?

The mystery enshrined….