by Angie Jenkins
My body was the first to go,
Slowly and steadily splintering,
Until its ashes were swept away
By the morning’s chilling breeze.
My brain was still intact, but not for long;
Soon it too began to deteriorate,
Old memories and snapshots
Silently oozing out, shimmering between
The slimy nooks and crannies
And escaping into the cracks in the sidewalk.
Eventually, cracking and crumbling
My heart silently followed,
Plopping onto the grass
Like a gasping fish,
Bleeding the emotions that had
Kept refuge within its protective walls
For so many years.
Please tread softly
As you walk upon this burial ground.
The healing process is imminent and inevitable,
Yet for the time being please be wary of the orange cones
Surrounding the remnants
Until reconstruction can be completed.
Posted on 03/07/2011
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