The Finale Poem by Tesla Loy

Between my hearse and my coffin
Layed to rest, buried, laying still
Eyes closed, makeup perfected
No remorse, a finale-the corpse
The tales of a dead woman
Mouth sealed shut, left to rot
A handful of dying roses-single pose
In the ground, not a single sound
No last breath, there is no life in death
Empty lungs, heavy lids,3 grown kids
Someone is born in my place
I've figured it out now. the who, why and how.
My death.