Poetry

Aftermath

The fatigue
that follows
a funeral
dwells
in the
belly
of the
casket,
slipping up
stealthily
as you
stand there,
stealing
a slice
of your
soul,
pulling it
ever so
silently
down
through
the
satin
seams
and holding
it there,
never to
see the sun
again,
returned
to the
earth
before
its
time

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