Body Bags

Dead weight, corpse. Scattered through the mortuary hall.

The embalmer cleans her body. Tosses his gloves just to unbuckle his belt. With both hands on her hips. He sees what he loves. He looks down to feel his own erection. She was departed but he still saw her sweet affection. 

He left that shift with seeds of the dead. Forget and it will go away? If only someone had come that way. Toy with her and she was known to decimate.

After that night, he awoke to a quiet torment. Eternal echoes devoured his soul. Casting a feeling beyond his control. Conscious of his mistake, his story was kept untold. Just as the coffins buried away with roses he created a secret to hold until his time approaches. 

Guilt and fear took over his mind. Navigating him to a beaten path. Forgetful of his name, you can say he lost sight of his own identity.

People sketched for an explanation to his result. His senseless act might seem like an unforeseen occurrence but it wasn’t. It was the man’s life lesson. He should have payed closer attention to the seeds he sprouted within himself.

Even though he was growing old, he wouldn’t die. Death usually involves the end of something. There, the embalmer’s new beginning unfolded.