Hot tears stung my eyes as the limp figure lie there,dead. I Didn't know this person, she had my mothers appearance, but its not her. Her smile once warm and loving now cold as ice. Her body lie uncanged as they closed the crystal coffin and gentaly placed it on the black leather seats of the hurse. We pulled into the poorly lit cemetary, stopping near a group of older adults, faces grim and souls blackened. I stepped out on the damp grass, walking over to join the group.
kill me sensuasly
January 24, 2009