Hot Pink Lipstick
This poem is published in the February 2012 issue of EFiction Magazine.
I have since majorly revised this and placed the revised version on my blog , my book, and in the video below, . Let me know what you think of the changes.
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Hot Pink Lipstick
It was the first dead body I’d seen,
Waxy and soulless.
Hot pink lipstick,
I laughed at the choice.
Painted cheeks, rosy
like a doll.
Hands that held mine
stroked my hair,
prepared my dinner,
now stiff, folded
and angelic, no longer capable
of love or embrace.
Red hair dyed the day of her death,
her final living act, unknown. My grandmother
in a box lined with silk,
optimum comfort for the dead,
lips closed, unsmiling
blue eyes hiding behind shaded lids.
The sounds of moans, sobs hushed conversations,
despite my fear.
all rights reserved. Copyright Justin W. Price November 15th 2011
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PDXKaraokeGuy, also known as Justin W. Price, is the managing editor at efiction horror. Husband to andrea, father to two dogs. writer.poet.baseball fan. tattooed. He is am amateur theologian with a rabid sweet tooth.He resides in a suburb of Portland, Oregon.He has a poetry book available for Amazon Kindle, and maintains a blog, FirstBlog. Please visit his profile page for more information. Thanks!
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