Running away from a funeral
In a black dress with a red rose corsage
It began to rain and my shoes
got stuck in the mud
So I stepped out of them.
Walking with wet hair and dirty feet
on a road with rocks and glass
leading nowhere
I couldnât handle the torture, the reality
I started to cry, black streaming down
my cold, pale face and I began to fall,
falling on my face and knees clutching
myself, laying in a fetal position, waiting to die.
As I moved I saw a light, slowly another one!
A car, just enough to go quickly.
I would stand in front of it and I did, stretching my
arms out at my sides and head pointed towards the sky.
The car was coming fast and not honking or attempting to stop
That was it.
A small gust of wind and it was gone but I was still here.
The rain ceased and I started to walk back to the funeral
that I had left and looked around.
I couldnât figure out where I had been sitting
I tried to get someoneâs attention but I was
being ignored by crying virgins
I walked over to the casket stuck by curiosity
Opened it and peered inside and what I saw was
a mirror image if me.
