She believes cemeteries
are happy places;
where peace is engraved
with numbers and
the only sorrow arrives and
departs by footsteps...
She dreams she tastes narcotics;
has threesomes
and has picnics with corpses
beside history and granite.
She dreams all the things
she blushes at in her waked life
because she knows
more days will arouse her
and carry her through the
moments.
Though, a small part of her
wonders if
the supposed numb
really do feel and
if the mute would scream
given the chance
and what the dead would
teach the living
should the clocks rewind.
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