My life as a Cadaver

My life as a Cadaver

A Poem by Jessica Green

My life as a Cadaver

 

 

Dead, cold, limp, placid, emotionless wonder.

Am i dead?

Placed on a pedastool, observed by all.

My naked body succumbs to interrogation.

Imprisoned inside, microscopic bulbous features.

Is she dead?

No blink, or so you think.

Blue blood pours from the rips of a distant man.

Tears fall from a faceless woman,

why do you cry?

Numbed swelling covers the penetrable skin.

Blank eyes, no conscience, all is gone.

Declared dead without hesitance,

a body lies there, soul remains.

A plastic sheet smothering, hiding all.

Suffocated, unseen, unnoticed

 

I am not dead

 

 

 

 

© 2012 Jessica Green


Author's Note

Jessica Green
please excuse my grammar,
it may seem confusing but i think thats evident in all poetry, its my inside thoughts and sometimes they come out in a weird order :-)
thanks for reading!

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Added on June 4, 2012
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Jessica Green
Jessica Green

Birmingham, United Kingdom



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Jess, 17, Birmingham Hoping to pursue a career in writing. I don't limit myself to what i can do, i want to try everything that is possible in my lifetime. I could watch the starry night sky fore.. more..

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