Grace

Finger tips across my skin.
Bleed me out, paint my face.
Dress me in a my finest gown.
Heeled shoes, mother's necklace.
Place me in a boat of flowers.
Purple lilacs, a rivers pace.
How did this come to be?
Morbid story, deathly chase.
I see moonlit shadows overhead.
Lots of stars, shredded lace.
I wandered these woods alone.
Steps falter, dangerous place.
So put me in a boat of flowers.
Float away, finished race.
And tell my sad story.
Tears shed, my name was Grace.

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