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.