Faceless

Deborah Kristina

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Jun 4, 2018

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I will become faceless

when my soul abandons

this heavy skin.

I don’t want any honor,

any wasted funeral,

any soiled tissues.

My face would rot away;

my body would be bones.

I know.

I know that it wouldn’t be

my soul buried; only smelly,

creepy bones would be felt

sorry for.

No need for a eulogy

because my soul wouldn’t be

there to listen.

Only smelly, creepy bones.

Please feel free to email me: debbie.chow1987@gmail.com

Thank you for reading. Peace.