It wraps up my fear,
Twisting around my waist
An end to my pain.
The rustle of the plastic,
Pierces my ears like the sharp blade that killed me,
I hear it lessen.
The deep blue lining,
To hide my buried wounds,
I see it like I was alive.
The body bag,
It's menacing hug of anguish,
Is an embrace that I will soon forget.
As I am carted off,
I hear the sobs of my mother,
I feel her tears.
They hit me... Drip, drop.
They slide down onto the cold floor
The body bag...My worst best friend.
