CarryA Poem by Psychotic LilyThe last time she was carried...She was always carried on a stretcher. The ambulance doors closed as they hurried to the hospital. I would always visit her bringing food she liked. My little sister would tell her stories about school. And we'd go home happy with a kiss goodbye. But when everything fell apart... I gave my kiss to a stone cold body. My little sister bawled as she clung to me. In my hands where white flowers she loved. The hearse's doors closed as it crawled to the cemetery. The last time she was carried was in a coffin. And when everything was over... I tried to rebuild what was destroyed along with her body. © 2017 Psychotic LilyAuthor's Note
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Added on July 8, 2017Last Updated on July 9, 2017 Tags: Death, Sadness, Depression, poem, prose AuthorPsychotic LilyPhilippinesAboutGreetings! I am one weird girl with peculiar taste. I enjoy writing and reading especially if it involves fantasy and magic. Currently I write poetry, prose, and articles (I used to be part of the sc.. more..Writing
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