• I look at it, but it is not moving.
    My eyes widen in horror,
    mind gasping for thought, any thought.
    Fingers thin and castellated,
    face distorted by mats of hair,
    but the eyes, those wretched eyes.
    They were open, frozen in a time and place not of ours.
    Should I touch the body? Everyone else in the room has fled,
    no one would know, other than me, who it was.
    I couldn't touch it , I couldn't. I couldn't touch it because it was me....