I saw my first dead body when I was five years old.

"It's scary to look at!" Is what I've been told.

But from what I remember, it wasn't as bad,

Of course it was sad, of course it was bad.

But I wasn't shocked or traumatized by it,

It was just kinda cruel, what he did.

I saw her die, the woman in white,

I remember her, she was always calm and polite.

But her four walls hid the truth behind closed doors,

What's hidden in drawers and the bedroom wars.

This is to the woman, the woman in white,

May you fly high, blinding light.

May you soar up in the skies tonight.

June 28th 2022