Beauty in Death

Limp blonde hair falling in her eyes

Parted red lips releasing a sigh

 

Her skin looked like porcelain

As the cold began to set in

 

A sense of freedom in her eyes

Even though they were no longer dry

 

A shudder ran through her body

As she let out one last breath

 

And I thought, "There is beauty, even in death."

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