Monday

Snapshot Stages of Death (A Poem)

Breath is tainted, spilled
sideways, angled from those
who speak from a mouth's corner.
Kaleidoscope eyes roll
out to whites, underdone eggs.
Darkness in a corner craves
her body's heat more than he does.
But its absence tucks beneath her
as purplish lividity.

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