The Best Day Ever

 

The roaring in her ears finally stopped

and now

 she could hear music, her favorite

she heard Mozart.

 

The constant jostling and pulling and stretching stopped too

she didn’t have to run she could rest right where she was

at last she could take a deep breath and savor it.

Now she could smell the flowers, she could close her eyes

she could smile

because now

she was and will always be

The Beautiful Cadaver.

 

RDP Monday: SERENE

Remember Me

 

A few weeks ago I saw the remains

of a person who had been hit by a train.

 

They were scattered along the tracks-

and it was hard to imagine that these parts

had once been together

and that

they had been an entire single body

and that body

had a name and a place in the world.

 

Strewn along the tracks

is not a place in the world anyone should occupy

and nobody should be called by that name.

 

Daily Addictions Prompt: IDENTITY