Love and the Mortician
Bethanny Evans
As I fell in love with the mortician his eyes never left me. He made sure that every flaw from my loving death was gone. His love flowed through my being like embalming fluid. Carefully removing my rotting parts, he made me someone he could love after death. Slain by my lovely fate he made sure he kept me looking alive. He kept giving me his love to fix my rotting heart. Still dead and cold, I’m remain unable to understand his love. But I smile the moment when he stops and realizes he is the one deteriorating. Loving so much that it kills him. Love spreading like death around the mortician. Nothing could ever make me feel more alive knowing we will both be in this loving afterlife.