Death-
Death she died today
At least that's what i heard them say
Cripled comatose choking
in her humble hotel bed
holding her
so heavy with death.
It was black.
It was the same black.
Black-
the color of her hair running over
the blue spider veins
scrawled over her shoulders
Wax skin. White snow.
Shiver stiff.
Blood still stained
on her scarlet lips.
Charcoal ashes still smudged
On her sleeping lids
How beautiful Death is.

Swollen with child
So slightly roused and riled
Smothered and strangled
A suffocated dead cry
from the blue never born baby inside.
This is Beauty.

We come to witness
a sacrifice to memory