to where the darkness falls
wrapped in nothingness
inside of an unmarked tomb.
One grave belongs to my cat, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
The other is a grave in New Orleans
It’s funny how these places where we leave our dead remain the center of our lives for so long- we visit them, care for them and as time goes by we leave them to their new homes and say how beautiful their resting place is.
Besides: They have a new family among the dead.
Maybe we stay away after a spell because we’re jealous of that.
I will be honest.
Daily Post: Center
Her lips were full
her breasts were plump
her laugh rang like bells
No they are preserved in wine and smoke
lush in a memory
where the colors are too loud
in a picture on his shelf.
Daily Prompt: Lush