Wednesday, April 2, 2008
i watch her now and realize that this is the way she will look dead in her coffin, her body surrounded by statin pillows and flowers, the corners of her mouth falling downward, the skin of her face, pulled by gravity. i will be here when she takes her last breath. i hope that she sees something comforting. warm colors, wheat fields, her lovers.
Posted by Beth at 9:33 AM