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MUMMIFIED
BY JILL BAUMAN

Dying was the easy part.

Now I lie upon a slab

tightly wrapped,

bound to myself

become so hard and cold.

I am a feast for others.

My organs vandalized

crawling things

ravage me

nourish themselves

as I fall into ruin.

Examining myself

my outer self preserved

permanently

an eternal

monument

to my existence.

I leave my remains behind

my spirit hovers

for a while

then dissipates

as my soul

enters another

and my journey continues.