Death is a healing
Death is a healing
torn and tired
spirit stretched impossibly
over worn, fragile
flesh
tears shed and wounds
scarcely healed
white scars; red eyes
smells that live forever
scents no one else notices
pungent in the pinched room
electronic bleeps keep
time with the labored heart
a torturous tarantella
a ghost fist loosens its grip
death is a healing
not a failure
Posted by Angela |
