Soft warm grey box shimmers
cold stiff limbs tucked away inside
left to dry lifeless like a prune.
No tears in her eyes they fall upon my cheeks instead
salty lips reach for an unreachable hand
painted on peach color cheek bones.
Glass shell covers her- SnowWhite- preserved for greatness
packaged -on her way to heaven
without a return address.
The price of the stamp
-In memory of Erica Brown