Her diary spills the truth cross the bare floor
Not just one killed her body many cut
Her soul to tears til she is not a girl

She is the body.

She had a mother and father til death
Dreams floating to a time past tomorrow
Before use, abuse, alcohol – despair

She was more than the body.

But a body be only flesh and bone
When bones break again smashed to a stone wall
The heart beats still but the hope burns dry – dies

She became a body

When a corpse no longer uses lips to speak

It is a body

When history dies and just torn flesh remains

It is the body.

When it goes to ground it is less still – past

The body will become a passing memory. Forgot when the last memory holder dies. Dead truly. For all time.

In life she was a girl. She became a body. Now the body rots.

Soon, it won’t be the body.