Cynnd Rose - Her God

I ponder about the woman now lying in a cheap wooden box, how she used to talk about her existence and how ready she was to “fly away.”
“With Jesus in heaven” She used to smile and say.

But now is Jesus really there for her?
Will Jesus be there for me?

Maybe I should shed some tears before this frigid body that cannot shiver
Maybe it’ll force me to feel.

But my eyes are dry as a desert
one with a dead woman lying in sand

Why am I living so dehydrated?
shouldn't I be sad?

Cynnd Rose

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