The dead old woman
Her body is broken with lines
They divide her face
Crippled, bone-white corpse
Dried out and laid in a box
Sealed tight behind wood
Frail and pallid blue
Like the veins that once housed blood
She choked her last breath
Little dead lady
But the service was alive
With candles that danced
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Epiphany [duo] | √
PoetryThis is the second installment of the Epiphany poetry collection, in continuation of Epiphany [unum].
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