Her last moments haunted me.
Yes, she was a mean old
witch, but to think
how death washed over her
so abruptly.
How she must have felt,
seeing herself
diminishing, knowing
she had no
hope.
The echo
of her final words.
Toto sniffing the black pool
of her empty robes.

Jennifer L. Freed writes mostly poetry, and occasionally some short fiction. Her poetry chapbook was published in 2014. Other work can be seen at Jfreed.weebly.com.