We’re all wearing black

And nobody looks happy

We’re all sad you’re gone

Muffled sobs come out

Intermittent from others

The loudest silence

The back of my throat

Is filling with acrid bile

I want to throw up

I feel the wood grain

Digging into my elbows

The pain distracts me

The air here is stale

It lingers inside my nose

The faint smell of death