Like a hanging decomposing corpse waiting to be found in the dim-lit closet. My teeth are tightly clenched with force as I wait for the ultimate action of death. I can hear my heart beating as if someone is knocking on the door of my forehead. The minute I closed my eyes and my lashes intertwined, it was the nail in the coffin.
They laid my limp body gently on the floor as if they were repeating the same sensual movements you once made before confessing your love to me. The bristles of the small dust brush caressed the area of my cheeks softly like the kisses you placed there long ago. The gloved hands searched my pocketed areas for any possessions of you that I may have kept but sadly, I couldn't steal a trace of you.
If the dead could cry, they would be mourning for the loss of your bitter-sweet touch.
During the autopsy of my being, they discovered no evident signs of foul play. If only they could see the permanent knots in my stomach that occurred in your heartfelt presence. They began to remove the inner parts of me that I had already deemed useless the day you took my breath away. And yet, they were still surprised when they discovered no tough marrow walls protecting my fearless valve.
When they put my soul to rest, it wasn't in the comfy part of your bed. Although this velvet cushion reminds me of your shameless pyjama wear. The assorted flowers they threw on my closed chest brought back a colourful ray of memories. I feel no sadness, for the times I felt most animatedly alive was when I was with you.
Therefore, death shall never part us.
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I don't know what this is, haha. The reincarnation of love ?
Sincerely Yours
Liliana.
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Poetry (2015-2017)
PoetryThis is poetry for the soul from Yours Truly. Volume 1. "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race." - John Keating aka Robin Williams. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Co...
