Black clothes

A mixture of blood shot green and brown eyes.

A smell of dust, and old wood

A red carpet with white swirls

that went on and on..

My grandma

In a white silky bed

The one who put life in me

Is now lifeless.

A flashback to when

Her hands drifted across my arms

as she pretended that her fingers

were spiders,

an undeniable joy in both of our eyes.

and were back in the old musty room

my vision now foggy

"Be Serious Seris"

I was serious now.

And as she was buried, so was a part of me.

From there on i had vowed to make her proud.


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