Her diary spills the truth cross the bare floor
\nNot just one killed her body many cut
\nHer soul to tears til she is not a girl<\/p>\n
She is the body.<\/p>\n
She had a mother and father til death
\nDreams floating to a time past tomorrow
\nBefore use, abuse, alcohol – despair<\/p>\n
She was more than the body.<\/p>\n
But a body be only flesh and bone
\nWhen bones break again smashed to a stone wall
\nThe heart beats still but the hope burns dry – dies<\/p>\n
She became a body<\/p>\n
When a corpse no longer uses lips to speak<\/p>\n
It is a body<\/p>\n
When history dies and just torn flesh remains<\/p>\n
It is the body.<\/p>\n
When it goes to ground it is less still – past<\/p>\n
The body will become a passing memory. Forgot when the last memory holder dies. Dead truly. For all time.<\/p>\n
In life she was a girl. She became a body. Now the body rots.<\/p>\n
Soon, it won’t be the body.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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