Beauty Sleep

Back on the floor, belly facing the sky
The doctor closed your eyes
I could swear you were asleep
Your nose no longer bled
Your lips no longer quivered
And in its usual sense of paradox
Death made you look perfect
I could swear you were asleep
The time bomb no longer ticked
It was already off
I could hear you say in your light voice,
“There’s no use crying
Your tears are as useful as bandaid is on cancer”
I still don’t know what your name would have been
I still don’t know why I waited in hopes you’d survive
But I thought we had a deal
You were meant to be alive
I could swear you were asleep

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