Freya

They said you'd died.
Last Thursday.
Car crash - plain and simple
Among sunny beaches of Costa Rica.

And, I guess noone got it.
Yeah you were dead, but not dead dead.
Not really.
More asleep in tumbles of brown curls.

Messages of sadness and loss poured in.
'Rest In Peace' and 'sleep forever'.
Because sleep is utterly harmless.

Then you were a body.

Body.
The weight behind it like a truck
Struck with startling realisation.
Body with no air, no laughter
No whisper.
No movement, like the deepest ever sleep.

You are just a body now
And they'll bring you back next week.




For Freya
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