Mother Dear

A pink dress with a pink ribbon and

White shoes reflect skin

It was the ink that spilled and

Fell upon the pure and the clean

Quickly, pink fades dark, black: 

Her face was a shadow, moss-green,

Mirroring the back of the case,

the primped body can no longer hide the

sleeping

decaying 

face

She screams, crying with rage,

Trying to be free of her children

Separated, she is dormant, a mother that could-be

Who alone could escape Dracula's resting place?

She begs, pleads, cries out: you swore!

The coffin hears nothing.

The coffin gives the silent reply:

Farewell, my dear, I bid you goodbye

Hands and eyes from obscure places

Trace along the gasps and chokes

But the coffin moves on: a body replaces

She loses herself in a moment of release

But we are lost to her

Her breathing now stopped, her skin now deceased

Finally, finally, at peace.