In the dead of a cold forgotten night
They unsealed the mausoleum.
A breath of dust
Darkness into view.
Invisible screams,
A plywood coffin
On a rusted catafalque.
Torches illuminate black
Hearts beating fast as the lid slid silently.
I looked down at the horror
Worse than I could ever have dreamed.
Our love buried deep
The brittle corpse of a lost relationship.
It starts its decay as the light breaks in.
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