Buried With a Stranger (standard:poetry, 113 words)
Author: Molly	Added: Oct 11 2006	Views/Reads: 2962/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Very interesting, yet a bit morbid in an innocent sort of way. One of my favorites that I have written.

Buried With a Stranger 

By Molly Ellen McMurphy 

I don't know what to think of you, 

All gangly, pale, and slim, 

But you look lonely in that box - 

I think I'll call you Jim. 

"How are you, Jim, new friend, new pal?" 

You're a quiet guy, I see. 

"May I please join you in your box? 

You'll be happier with me." 

"I like it here, with you and me 

Just lying in the dark, 

But this box is getting stuffy." 

My Jim did not remark. 

"I see no breath escapes your lips. 

Soon my chest will be still, too. 

It was nice, our time together, 

But I die now, same as you."


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