The Corpse This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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I stare at the corpse and the corpse stares at me.
The causation is more than a mystery.
I study the corpse, its jaw is dropped,
its skin is pale, and its heart has stopped.
Its left hand is in a clench, its right holds up a finger.
It lies on a bench, I still linger.
I stare at the corpse and the corpse stares at me.
The situation is plain, plain as can be.
I look at its temple, there is a flaw.
It’s the hole from a bullet, I’m left in awe.
The blood has dried, it covers the features,
while the corpse has died, the poorest of creatures.

I sadden at a thought, one that makes me say,
“You’re not the only person to die this way.”
I say a prayer, and the corpse looks to my eye,
as if to say, “No, don’t cry, we all go sometime.
Now keep your chin up, and be on your way;
no one on earth is planning to stay.
I envy you a lot, since you are what I’m not.
Live your life well, it’s the only one you’ve got.”

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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Jun. 7 at 7:01 am
I love your almost matter of fact tone when you study the corpse, and the important/inspiring message at the end
 
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