Impending
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By
Kelly Ann Malone
I sense
a figure infiltrate,
Devour from within
Embalming me with Frankincense
Where organs once had been
They place
me on a heavy board
A lady comes to me
With objects on a silver tray
Of which I cannot see
And as
I lay there motionless
She gently strokes my hair
She paints my face with full make-up,
But leaves my body bare
I then
look up to see my mom
She holds an ivory dress
I look into her troubled eyes
And see her sheer distress
She runs
her hand across my cheek
Her head upon my chest
I hear her moan on top of me
Then starts to get me dressed
They place
me on indulgent silk
Pink roses at my feet
I'm draped in my old wedding dress
The grooming is complete
I feel
a grasping at my heart,
I cannot catch my breath
I then proceed through panic's door,
To feel again, my death
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Author
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Kelly
Ann Malone is a Project Analyst in the Regional Cancer Registry
in Pasadena, CA. She was born at KP Panorama City and has been
writing since she was 12 years old. Her poetic inspirations
are Ogden Nash and Dorothy Parker. E-mail: kelly.a.malone@kp.org
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