Echoes, Echoing through the walls Ricochetting off ceilings The beauty The life she lived, Gone. All in a second. Lights blink, They flash In and out And soon, They’ve died down. Her body lay In a coffin so big, Looked at peace, But the bruises The scars They told stories. The welts, The scars, The blood, On her body, Showed more than anything. Even the dead tells stories And her body told more than she did. Even the dead tell stories.