I can feel the sooty soil rolling down my crooked spine.
There are a million tiny particles contributing in its filthy composition,
each atom every person who ever wronged me.
Filling the casket and daintily blanketing my decomposing flesh prison.
Pervading my esophagus and inundating my tear ducts;
My screams and cries can never be perceived by anyone.
They would not dare give their precious attention to this god forsaken
matter.
Expunged are my fears, my mistakes and my ridicules
Erased are my endorphins, and forbidden is my art.
Now throw your lilies down,
Onto the funeral pyre they sit.
Anoint your candles, say your prayers.
Oh Heavenly Father,
Who art in Heaven,
Restore the innocence lost to the departed,
For she did not stand a chance.