Naked Reflections Poetry: Shameless and Unapologetic

Transitions

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Today’s Prompt was a picture of a sculpture in the snowy woods. I focused on the slow process of death.

Transitions

 

She begins transitioning

From life to death

The process creeps

Like a slow morphine drip

 

Sentences shorten

To phrases

Phrases to mumbles

Mumbles to silence

 

Movement loses fluidity

Like a toddler’s first steps

No muscles pulling and pushing

Only bruised flaccid flesh

 

Until lying in a bed is all

Her dying body can do

In silence and waiting

For her soul to rise, free.

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