Three Things Challenge #M701 | pensitivity101

Today’s three things challenge our poem to include one more of the following words:

ASHEN
PALE
COLOURLESS

Death’s Ashen Face

Her face was colorless and pale.

Her skin, ashen and cool to the touch.

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She lay in the box her eyes were closed.

Her hands perfectly folded on her chest.

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Hands folded softly together as if in prayer.

They’d never move from that position.

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Her face and body were gauntly thin.

The disease that took her life took the rest of her long before.

She had been my favorite aunt, godmother, and most important person in my life.

Now, all that remained was an empty shell

Of the person I had known from birth to age 32.

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It wasn’t enough time not nearly enough.

And all I have now are memories.

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I have registered several angry complaints with Universe.

But alas, nothing has or will change, she’s gone.

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The funny thing about grief, it never ever ends.

You just integrate it into your everyday life.

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These nearly 20 years she’s been gone still hurt like it was yesterday.

Some of the best parts of my heart are and soul buried with her to this day…

-aaa