Coffin Face Poem by Yiling Ding
Coffin Face
Lost and deluded
The babe is chained
in her clay coffin
Overly large,
the shape of an adult
But the empty space
keeps filling.
Soon she'll fight
to breathe
The cracks
Source of life
are closing up
An overwhelming wave
of hot sand
floods her world.
She is growing
into her casket
with sandy flesh
that suffocates.
When she's done,
the golden paint
and its Egyptian face
will become her's.
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