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In the Season of Leafless Trees

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
of now,

Submitted: January 09, 2020

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Approaching the casket,

Hovering above its six feet, 

The heels of my feet 

Were already stuck,

Buried beneath. 

The walk to, that soft dirt, a magnet,

A view of a modern casket 

Wooden, smoothed of no splinters 

Splitting me,

To tears-

As I settled into Earth

And became 

Angry

At everything.

My own procession 

Embodied.

The wind of Winter

My Wake,

I’m still, silent,

Colder than the body.

Of what I’ll never forget.

The season of leafless trees,

An entity.

Me, 

Human.

Sickening.

With no tears to give, now,

 anymore.

My turmoil irritating,

As I’d only attended out of 

Curiosity.

My cynicism a sharp edge to my empathy.

 

 

 


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