Her eyes still smile
Sad now seeing
How fast the light fades.
Jaundiced paper skin
Folding over itself
To display the bones.
Whir and gurgle of machines
Sounding a steady cadence
Of heart and lungs.
Dull hair fanned out
On the pyre’s pillow
Ready, awaiting the flame.
Slipping too fast to catch
More than a glimpse
Of what could have been
I am left with nothing but ashes.
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