Deceased Poem by Lorene Kinsey

'...beautiful, endearing,
a tower of curves and laughter'

Silenced, so well that I am
almost certain she is dead.
No more trouble to
you, me, herself.

Pounded into silence by hurt, chaos,
passion deflated.
She lives, but she is not alive.
More trouble than worth if she could say it.

Calmly ask if you can spare
just one favor please.
Place another layer of tape on her lips,
I can still hear her muffled screams.