Once what was a glow, a warmth to keep me going,
Now a growing void for a future unknown.
As the light that once was fades.
I sit here in silence.
This is the present we have made.
A happy heart now draining, ignored by the one who fills.
Those who know and understand,
Know that loneliness kills.
The mental struggle.
The physical toll.
How difficult it is to see,
When blinded by delusion and hope.
Things like this make happiness feel impossible to be.
The knot is tight. Chair flat on the floor.
The air sits still.
Two feet above the ground, two feet pointed down.
A lifeless body hangs.
A flower that weeps the tears of the Earth. It’s light blue powder evaporates into the air, creating Magic.
The Earth weeps and through it’s life, bleeds magic.
A dying flower, cursed.
To endlessly live among suffering and sadness, secreting tears of the Earth.
A flickering light
sways over the table.
Cold steel, a surface he resides on.
Cut down the middle, insides now missing.
The autopsy was complete.
To anyone who doesn’t know, I work as a Removal Technician Manager for a funeral home.
Yes. I move dead people.
To be open, I don’t only move the dead. I respect them and handle them with grace and dignity, as all the dead deserve.
A source of warmth from cold hands
The sound of burning exists. Retorts cremating those claimed by Death. Memories and ash are all that will remain.
Heat creeps from doors which transform flesh to ash.
A warm welcome in the winter season.
When she smiles,
my legs tremble.
Shakes the come from within.
An empty space.
The darkness resonates.
A single note is played.