Claustrophobia

September 4, 2017

My lips were blue and my

 

skin a chilled, pale hue.

 

My muscles were stiff,

 

rigor long set-in.

 

My sunken eyes stared up at nothing,

 

their color long-dulled

 

and their sight long-perished

 

My hair was done up in bows, pressing to my scalp,

 

pillowed by red satin pillows

 

craning my neck into an unnatural twist.

 

My ears zeroed in

 

on voices outside

 

somber and soft, somebody cried,

 

my lips pulled a part to scream,

 

when the top of the casket was lifted off.






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