I wrote this poem as a comment in a writing group I was in on Facebook. I didn’t mean to write it as a poem at first but just a normal comment; but as I wrote my thoughts, it naturally rhymed and I decided to just write the whole comment as a poem.
Tiny, modest flakes of ash are ascending from all over Cynthia’s lifeless corpse. For every flake of ash that rises, a spark shows itself on the corresponding piece of flesh. Her eyes, that once were closed and also, a soothing ocean blue are now a glowing shade of gold and blood red.