Open Casket

Closure is a coward’s way of robbing graves,
Of trading bones for flowers—painted colors, never wilting

Closure is a clever way of treading over mourning,
Of rewriting loss as less—no one left,
Nothing fit for grieving

Closure is a lie—a way of only trading death for dying
Slicing scars, and feigning smiles since
We can’t speak ill of corpses never buried

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