Soft whispers
Quiet whimpers
Short glances
Cold words
And an open casket
Flowers bloom from her
Heart
Wrists
And eyes
A smile still etched
Into the frozen face
Of her body
Hands politely folded with
A shinning gold bracelet
Holding tightly onto
Her pale arm
On her wrist is
Written in scars
Gross,
Ghastly,
Gone.
M.R
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