Little sacs of flesh and blood
stuffed into clothes
supported by bones.
Someday, our bodies will lay lifeless,
full of air
no electricity,
energy drained.
People will wonder,
what was it like
to die?
Did they know their light
was being snuffed?
They will say goodbye
to your lifeless carcass.
They will kiss your hands,
and leave trinkets in your casket.
But you’re already gone;
you left with the light.
Lucky you,
the struggle is over.
Damsel in Profess 