Tears always threaten to sting my eyelids, but never have any leaked out
not even the day
her heart came to a resting stop
not even the day her body was laid six feet under the cold, mushy ground
I stayed after everybody left
I watched them lay her cold outer shell to rest
I watched as they layered the dirt on top of her non-expanding lungs, her eyes closed by a specialist
And he had done her hair, plastered make-up across her too kid-like face, and her much too large size, crammed into a much too small casket
They said she looked beautiful
She looked like sardines, so squashed
She looked like a Barbie doll, what a facade
She looked like death, because she was
She looked no longer, because she was
She looked nothing like herself, because she was not
It was raining on this day, yet still no tears to wash away,
But
My heart was surely aching and my head was pounding and my blood was boiling and my throat was swelling and my eyes were bulging and my stomach was clenching
But absolutely no tears were shed
This started off about something else and ended with the death of my very close friends mom. RIP