Her voice but a whisper as

Death clutches her tiny frame

Her eyes ***** windows unbreachable

As her sins

She takes to the grave



She tries in vain to convey her pain

As her words

Rattle rasp and hiss

Incomprehensible

Empirical

The language of the dead



For surely she knows

Her death
Given her pain

Will be a welcoming comfort



She closes her eyes in anticipation

Her breathing short and laboured



Her mind and body have betrayed her

Fragile and frail

Wrought of disease this husk of a shell

That was once so beautiful

Unrecognizable

Soiled in excreta



Silently crying as

She lay dying

Ravaged by unwanted

Memories of a time

Long Gone



Living is easy she

Mused

It is death that is hard

And with that final thought

She gasped

And she was gone