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Funeral Flowers
Mother Mary glows from above,
Her illuminated fragments pooling
A twilight puddle on old floorboards.
Cathedral bells welcome a wave
Of solemn haziness, the bell chime
Echoes absorbed into empty walls.
Swathed in delicate white lace satin,
You glide amongst concrete pews,
Breathing out vacant ghostly auras.
I am enclosed in your steady grasp,
A bouquet of vividly red rose aromas
Pinched from my bundled up core.
My petals rich with full spring ecstasy,
I slide through your elegant fingertips
To my new home atop the casket.
There is a lifeless mass within,
A mass that once sparked love,
A mass that once felt connection.
I am alive but doomed to wilt upon the dead.
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