My life as a CadaverA Poem by Jessica GreenMy 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 GreenAuthor's Note
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Added on June 4, 2012 Last Updated on June 4, 2012 AuthorJessica GreenBirmingham, United KingdomAboutJess, 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..Writing
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