DEATH - FOR REAL





She came in at last,
An emergency case,
Hopefully she was the last
Customer of the day.

It was night already,
And he was all alone,
He looked at her calm body,
From top to toe.

She looked so much at peace,
Still so attractive,
The gun-shot still ripe red,
Blood having oozed its full,
Beneath her cold breast.

He had to remove the layers
Of clothes she wore,
One by one, to find the truth;
Go deep and explore.

It was something he always did,
But today was special,
He was doing autopsy on his own
Dead fiancee, for real.

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20 comments:

  1. Sad and beyond sad that final twist. nice form

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  2. touched a chord ..poignant one

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  3. We had to attend a number of autopsies as medical students, the worst of which was a young child who'd been beaten to death. Witnessing a lifeless body is a sobering experience, and you've captured it in the tone of your poem.

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    1. i can imagine...those in that profession would be seeing it often...thanks for reading :-)

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  4. A sad and melancholic poem.

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  5. unforgettable last lines ... autopsy on his own
    dead fiance, for real

    hummed it again and again
    for writing a strange thing to begin.

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    1. yes...it was definitely bit strange writing it. thanks for reading :-)

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  6. After reading your poem, I was reminded of the Seven Samurai dialogue "one who has never been hunted will not understand". Death is indeed a sobering experience.

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    1. completely agree...death is most sobering n humbling experience.

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  7. A branded patent blogger with killer instinct.

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