Eulogy

By: Mia Guttman

And I thought

wrists once delicate spilling threads

unravelling.

And I thought

skin once porcelain encasement

secreting.

 

And I thought

veins once twisted blue roots

crumbling.

 

And I thought

lungs once fat with air

depleted.

 

And I thought

muscles once red ribbons woven

unsnarled.

 

And I thought

bones once ivory

tainted.

 

And the thought of the dirt is disquieting.

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