Fallen Stars

As She Lay Dying

Her voice
But a whisper as
Death clutches
Her tiny frame

Her eyes 
Dirty windows
Unbreachable

As her sins
She takes to the grave 

She tries in vain
To convey her pain

As her words
Rattle rasp and hiss

Incomprehensible
Empirical
The language of the dead

For surely she knows
Her death 
Given her pain
Will be a welcoming comfort

She closes her eyes in Anticipation

Her breathing short and labored

Her mind and body have
Betrayed her

Fragile and frail

Wrought of disease this
Husk of a shell

That was once so beautiful now

Unrecognizable and
Soiled in excreta

Silently crying as
She lay dying

Ravaged by unwanted
Memories of a time
Long Gone

Living is easy she
Mused

It is death that is hard

And with that final thought
She gasped

And she was gone