Buried Alive Poem by Aram Stefanian

Buried Alive

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We met in a coffee shop, and I was attracted to her at once
She said her name was Alice, and lived near by
Black straight hair she had, and blue piercing eyes
Drinking coffee, I spilled it on her sweater.Oh, my!

It left a stubborn ugly stain shaped into a letter R
She laughed and said I didn't have to grieve
The more we talked, the more I was charmed by her
Then abruptly she stood up and was about to leave

Promised to dropp in tomorrow, and I saw her home that night
Said she lived with her mom on the second floor
We wished each other good night, and she was out of sight
I was amazed, I never saw her opening the door

The next day I knew she wouldn't come, sure as hell
All week long I expected to see her, but failed
Then I came to her apartment, and rang the doorbell
A woman opened the door, I asked her about Alice, and she paled

Said Alice was her daughter, and died from a heart attack a week ago
When I told her how I met with Alice, she was shocked
And said she'd insist on exhumation to reveal the truth, and I could go
A few days later when we stood in the graveyard, I chain smoked

When the coffin was pried open, we gasped in horror
Alice lay there with eyes & mouth wide open, and her face black & blue
I saw the familiar stain on her white sweater
And realized that by the time I saw her out of the blue

She was probably still alive, struggling to survive
Later I read in the paper that an autopsy proved
That after being buried alive, she died from suffocation
The years passed by, but I'm always in a good mood
When in my dreams I'm visited by that enchanting apparition

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Aram Stefanian

Aram Stefanian

Yerevan, Armenia
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