in the morgue
name tag tied to big toe

the autopsy
naked to the bone

you may let out a last moan
but that will be death, making itself heard

I stare at the camera shutter
as it opens and closes slowly
a flash of light,
encapsulating this time,
these seconds, minutes, hours, weeks, months,
years.
It can all change so quickly
or so slowly.
So dreadfully, painfully slowly
that minutes seem to last forever
that years seem a while life time away

So as the lens stares back
at my smiling cheeks
at my red eyes,
I wonder how long this will last
and in a while lifetime,
I mour what could of been, what will never be,
most importantly what I long to be

Until the pictures taken.

Uncomfortable events are temporary.

A familiar smell
Brewing from the orange sky.
A cup of tea.
Leaves start to dry.
Felt on me -
A breeze - so shy.