The broken sound of a coffin being lowered into the frozen ground filled my heart with the memories of times lost to the sterile smells of the hospital. A soulless procession followed the dull beat of an ebony coffin as it was finally laid to rest among the frosted trees and snow-capped evergreens. A chorus of muffled sobs led the way through a veil of mist, as if trying to find a way out of the dark. Attempting to resurrect the source of hope between the frequent deaths that resonated through the past, like a bell that refused to cease its toll. Pulsing to a funeral march, the coffin's slow procession down the muddy path sounded as if it was beating to the broken rhythm that was only heard through the sorrow that streamed down the soul.1
A sparkling black heart with silvery wings lay cold, as it shimmered against my neck, throbbing and pulsing against the weight of the dead. The rough texture burned its way through my skin and into my soul, burying itself deep , as if to cover up the jagged tear ripped from existence. 2
Crimson blood pooled in my mouth as I bit down against my parched lip, as I fought against the sobs that racked through me. The faint scent of rose clusters intertwined through the delicate, iron archway, almost made it look like a wedding, despite the tears that glistened on the faces of the ones that couldn't contain their grief. The smell of fresh dirt perfumed the air with the scent of pain and suffering. The tears welled in my eyes as the last memory I had of her was set into the ground with only a marble slab, proving that for a time, she walked upon this Earth as one of us.3
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