Dead and Dying

By Elyssa Mitts

If the dead are alive

Then the dead can die

I remember when he died

But he clearly isn’t dead

In the heat of summer

The running man is subjected to a shiver

In the cold of winter

The sitting man is subjected to a sweat

His ribcage is on full display

Organs spilling but some stay tucked inside

He should have deceased by all means

But he continues to yell at his perpetrator

All were meant to die

He did die when he committed suicide

Very few survive such deaths after all

But he is alive

The body is cold

The voice is hot

The temperature is high

The sound is low

Shaking violently

He ran to nowhere

Doused in perspiration

He sat on nothing

The dead have ceased external existence

But their voices scream in agony

The audio is distorted by livelihoods

And none can hear their wails

By Elyssa Mitts