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The coffin lays Black like her lies Undisclosed by her beauty Disguised with satin. Her lips painted A dulcet red Like the rose that lays Across her chest Her hair curled Like a doll. The golden locks Spill on her shoulders. Her colorless skin Soft and unblemished Her face and hands Cold to the touch Her eyes sparkle Blue with sorrow Cracked with demoralization Weakened by misfortune. But if you gaze At the shards Of her eyes There is merriment. There is joy And there is laughter. There is ambition And blissful memories. Her childhood Scarred by tragedy Tainted by wounds Stained with tears. But behind the despair There is elation. Behind the affliction There is ecstasy. Each shard represents Another memory. The cracks show you The torment. Her dress is soft And vibrant blue. Her favorite color Like the empty sky. But under the beauty There is pain. Beneath the blue There is black. A world of darkness Masked by light. Uncovered by her eyes. Uncovered by death. She lays quietly In the coffin. No words escape On her breath.
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 4:29 PM UTC
What Lies Beneath The Coffin
The coffin lays Black like her lies Undisclosed by her beauty Disguised with satin. Her lips painted A dulcet red Like the rose that lays Across her chest Her hair curled Like a doll. The golden locks Spill on her shoulders. Her colorless skin Soft and unblemished Her face and hands Cold to the touch Her eyes sparkle Blue with sorrow Cracked with demoralization Weakened by misfortune. But if you gaze At the shards Of her eyes There is merriment. There is joy And there is laughter. There is ambition And blissful memories. Her childhood Scarred by tragedy Tainted by wounds Stained with tears. But behind the despair There is elation. Behind the affliction There is ecstasy. Each shard represents Another memory. The cracks show you The torment. Her dress is soft And vibrant blue. Her favorite color Like the empty sky. But under the beauty There is pain. Beneath the blue There is black. A world of darkness Masked by light. Uncovered by her eyes. Uncovered by death. She lays quietly In the coffin. No words escape On her breath.
MayElizabeth1027
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MayElizabeth1027
16/Non-binary/New York
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 4:29 PM UTC
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