Cold.

Cold dead bones

In a cold dead bed

With a cold dead sheet

And boney cold flowers

Hideous freezing memories

Rising from the dead

Gravestones whistling loudly

People praying silently

Mourning words of peace

Finding madness instead

-Stefania

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