Entombed Pickle

Another one of make things beautiful poems.

emerald green, oblong
strips of white paint
spattered on a deformed
body, strangly humane
placed in a clear sarcophagus
with others of its kind
drowned in preserving liquid
suffocated, airtight
hidden in frigid air
alone yet surrounded by many
waiting to be taken
a satisfying gift
stuck in a tomb
stuck in ice air
stuck in a pickled body

-not really pretty but whatever, thats what flowed.