The Mortician's Daughter

by Sarah Sisson
(Worthington, Ohio)

The dark, gray gravestone whistled
as it called the morticians over to the spot
where earlier, there was just solid ground.
Next to a stone plaque lies a casket that
is happy because it happens to hold
a female body, which has taken a shot.
“Hurry and bury this lady.
I want to be where I belong again,”
The high mound of dirt and stones that
were shoveled aside screamed over again.
Morticians slowly start to place the singing
casket down into the hollowed-out land,
not knowing that the body had taken its own
soul away because of a nasty, twinkling grin.
One of the morticians started to weep.
Her time was way too short,
she deserved a life to keep.
Not to be ruined by a bully
who liked to make fun.
She never got to live her life fully
It all ended because she found
Father’s raging gun.
That gun had waited patiently while
she took her time to decide.
That the only way to solve this situation
was her suicide

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Feb 18, 2012
by: Anonymous

Thank you darling. v.v

Feb 12, 2012
by: Lucy

like your poem you're talented

Dec 08, 2011
Shankyuh [;
by: Sarah (To Kira)

Why shankyuh love [;

I'll check out churs too :D

Dec 07, 2011
by: Kira

Ooooo sarah its so good! Comment on mine!! :)

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