-Something I submitted as a creative writing class assignment-
Breathing, pallid
Passively tremulous
Feet crunching into October leaves beneath
Her cuticles torn
With premature age
Eyelids crinkled,
Skin still smooth
Rosary--her confidante--is
Piercing her palm
Till its rosy with warmth
Thus saving her strength
Amidst the snowflakes she sees in a haze
Souvenirs kept
From a travel
To Tears
Watching her behind the austere oak
Its bark like glass, icy
Stern
Her eyes seem to find me, though I'm
Nothing,
In her mind
She never would have known me, the lamb
I've become
Trying to picture myself in her shell
That body, so brittle,
Yet still withstanding
The impact of the exhale,
Punctures so deep
My dear, Heaven is yours
Gracefully, wistfully, subtly,
Listless
Finger of the promise ring caresses the stone
Distinct granite pinnacle, ultimate chastity
Granite glistening with
Dirtied tears
Nails so short, broken and scratched
Yet profound as they trace the
Words of his epitaph
Proclaiming a hope that she'll lie there
So timely
Compelling her the best are buried with smiles
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