The coldness set into her bones
as the dark took her.
Her mouth stitched shut
The last piece of string
stuck out between her two pale lips.
They said nothing as they snipped it.
They covered the rest of her with a white sheet,
a sheet that contoured her lifeless body.
Every curve and niche was shadowed.
Giving a glimpse of what she was like
when she was alive.
Her face gave away everything.
When she was sad, she cried.
Her tears spilled and created a river.
When she was happy
Her laugh was uncontrollable.
Her eyes were always wet
and her tears created a brook.
No one had to guess
at what she was thinking.
She was innocent,
her lies were imperfect
and not successful.
The luster of her brown hair was gone.
The cold lights that shone down on her
didn’t reveal the amber highlights that once
would have shone almost so brightly it would’ve blinded
anyone.
Her dimples, that were now just two more niches,
were her way into and out of
trouble.
In the time when she needed them most,
they failed.
They allowed the gun to unload into her
Her piercing green eyes were her best feature.
Now they would forever be shut.
Her pale pink eyelids allowed no intruders into her soul
Or
into the mystery of her death.
The coldness evaporated
as she looked down upon her old shell
and witnessed the strange
rituals of preparing for life after death
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