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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