The Corpse Painting Poem by Iris Junio
The Corpse Painting
She is dead
The brush covered in smooth colour
The canvas describing everything
But nothing
Painting her body
Her perfect body
Her smooth body
Her cold body
Her dead body
Dressed up like a doll
Posed like a useless prop
Is it for memory
For love
For something no words could explain
For the greed of not wanting to lose her
To lose her body
Her perfect body
Her smooth body
Her cold body
Her dead body
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