Looking at a dead body elicits a unique feeling unto itself
You shudder with intense eyes
Non-action emotively draws to mind what was hyper-action not too long ago
Indicative of everything in its good bad wrong definite place
And to see the body after
In a gorgeously painted box
Propped above the crowd
Conveying a persistence of the soul
Or an almost worship like state of the body
An idol to love
Adorned with various flowers
Compounded with subtle music
And tightly wrapped mints for all
Good breath for good greetings can be even more chilling
The dead in their best clothes
Eyes shut and skin painted
For all to peruse for a few hours
Everything good bad wrong definite scrambled into its right place according to loved ones intent
I once took sadistic pleasure in empathizing with the clear pain of a boy who bullied me in middle school as his frail body and face caked in pimples lightly shook when he stared dead-eyed at my dad in a casket
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