poetic

...

i walk into a room & it's eerily quiet. somehow it feels cold, a dark presence in the room. there's a casket by an alter. i wonder who passed? 

there's people whispering, some crying, some sobbing, some staring blankly at the wall.

then i see my mother. she walks up to the casket & strokes the corpse's cheek.

"my sweet baby." she whispers as tears cascade down her face.

her baby? my sister? my baby brother?

i start to panic, shouting to my mom but she acts as if she cannot hear me. i run up to the coffin, shocked by what i see.

a body, so cold. a body that is mine... or once was. with tears falling from my eyes i see the scars, this funeral is mine.

i'm sorry.