It kept playing

In her head.

A music 

That reminded her

Of death.

A loop

Of a guitar string

Caught her 

By the eardrum.

It kept playing.

An echo of bass

Pounded on her heart

And it kept playing.

A voice

Without a body

Crawled under her skin.

It was warm,

It kept playing.

This music,

It made her feel,

Feel like home.

She wanted it 

To stop,

But then she didn’t.

She was home,

And alone,

It kept playing.