A cardboard coffin found with a hole.
The hole leads nowhere now,
but it did before.
It was a warm place,
where their end was final.
A resting place.
But they rest no more.
They are gone now.
In more ways than one.
Two cold little bodies
became food one day.
Their warmth had been replaced.
In more than one way.
Picking flowers to beautify her home,
the girl stopped and stared
an image was burning her eyes.
While standing frozen, petrified, surprised.
Face of stone.
Heart beating fast.
Stood in her room alone.
Letting go, hiding no more.
Tears fell, but could not warm
the cold in that cardboard coffin found with a hole.
She had tried and tried with all her core.
But, they would always be food, nothing less.
Nothing more.
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