She dreams about God and death and life beyond it.
Someone once told her a long time ago about people who die and where they end up at, the truth was, that they don't go anywhere-
“When a person dies it's the end”.
It was the cruelest thing she had ever heard.
She had dreams about hell, about pain, and penalty.
In her shaken knees and tear-stained skirt, she dreams about judgment upon her, hotter than the deepest pits of hell. She dreams about a life of pain and beautiful people who she once knew.
She dreams of soft brown eyes that belonged to a beautiful man, she dreams of his hands that ached for her and of his lips that were pressed against her cheek, wiping the tears with a cold ghost kiss.
She dreams that no amount of tears will have her sins forgiven.