The woman grieved over an empty grave day and night, rain or shine. The man she loved was a pile of ashes away in a foreign land lying among the crumbled remains of a US plane. The Widow would speak to his grave in monotone before returning to an empty home. There was no one but the loneliness that accompanied her. She would talk to the walls and they would answer. Only when she was medicated.
The medicine was prescribed by a shady doctor that disappeared into the night after giving the Widow her pills. He dispersed into a flock of ravens and flew off into the night, leaving the woman with nothing but pills to ease the pain. She took the first one that night, and everything came alive. Fairies danced, walls spoke, a rainbow cried down from the sky and painted her body from a gloomy black to streaks of blue and spots of orange, splashes of red and yellow everywhere. it was fantasy, and she awoke the next morning feeling brand new. However, the pill bottle was empty. So, the Widow left for the graveyard, and when she returned, the bottle was full.
As the next night drew nearer, the Widow took her dose of pills. Everything was fine, colourful explosions, balls of dancing light, then the door opened and someone stepped in. The Widow was pleased to see her husband dressed in his military attire. The Widow cried in glee as her husband went to her. He touched her face, assuring her it was alright, when his flesh morphed into an endless amount of black widow spiders. They crawled over her face quickly. the Widow would scream, but she knew that if she did, the spiders would nest inside. Her mouth remained shut as she felt the spiders feast upon her skin, filler her body with toxins. She passed out then, and the pills' power never wore off that night.