Death becomes you,
So modest and frail
Caressing Last Rites
Laid out in Braille
Wearing a gray suit
Free hand pulling the hem taut
Clunky black shoes
Hair tied in a knot
Distress's mistress
With barren lips
Lust glistening from her eyes
Cleverly drips
Mouth opened just enough
To notice the absence of sound
Seized words
Left in impound
A last little twitch
Consumes an entire room
Giving away spring
Before the lilac had a chance to bloom