Looking myself  in  the mirror

Reflections of death  stare back at my face.

Someday this body shall be absent of my soul ,

Feeling the cold marble on feet and toe .

Will Miss Death  come as a foe ?

Will  on my card say : „Jane Doe?“

Oh, my poor body ,shall you twist in mortal pain ?

Is my life lived in vain ?

Shall my bones be broken or whole?

Will my back be stabbed from betrayal one last time ?

What will my eyes  see: serenity or Hell?

What will my ears hear : scream or melody ?

What about my skin ?

Will it be too tight ?

Maybe too bright of Heavens  light?

Cold from the table in the mourge?

Will Dear Lord take my soul into his arms ?

In the absence of the spirit and soul

I will take my body off as a cocktail party dress .

How soon will the event happen from now ?

No one can find out until it happenes and you come out .

Published on October 1st, 2022

Martina Rimbaldo is a   woman who lives and works in Croatia. .Loves to paint abstract  paintings  ,  read religious  books ,watch horror as well as old movies with Audrey Hepburn ,Sharon Tate ,Brigitte Bardot who happens to share her  birth date and (over)thinks specially  about death ,what some people find morbid but not her ,it is a part of life too. Her goal is to be a good person .