Dead People Give Me The CreepsA Poem by J.R. Turner
So, as you may have gathered
someone had died I don't really know him, but he is somehow related to me. I think on my grandfathers side. Anywho, here I am, my step mother a step behind the dead guy a few steps ahead My heart starts pounding in my chest I start shifting my weight from foot to foot. I smile at relatives I don't know the names of my eyes observe everything but the dead guy. However, I am being pushed closer and closer my life flashing before my eyes, panic surfacing, I am way to young to die, I'm not ready. With one more push, we come face to face, my heart drops as I make full eye contact with the corpse. Will I look like that? Why the hell is he so skinny? Please no one put me in the plastic looking coffins! Did that lady just touch him? Kiss him? Note to Self :Do not to shake her hand or accept hug, Stay away for she may be a crazy one. My step mother takes a step around me, to get a closer look no doubt. I take a big step away. She shoots me a curious look as if asking what my problem is. "Dead People Give Me The Creeps," I reply. © 2016 J.R. TurnerReviews
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