Thursday, September 26, 2013

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I lay there.
Life left me, but imagination hadn't.
I turned blue and stiff.
Rigor Mortis necessitates hiding.
I thought I heard you nearby
digging.
Digging you were
with a song upon your lips
and the steady pace of sorrow upon your blade.
I expected you to come
just bury me.
Farewell tears were too much to hope for.
You never came.
You had another to bury.
Beneath the grey sky
and upon the damp soil,
my eyes open,
I was mercifully left to rot.

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