Death at a Funeral By: Sam Pernicano 09-28-10 Extra poem I stare at her while she lies in the box.

So perfect and flawless. Shes been cleaned, pressed, and slathered in mascara. Her cold white body reminds me of snow in the winter. Soon shell be placed daintily in the ground. She will no longer see the light. I watch as her body falls fate to the hungry worms.

Shell be eaten alive in voracious hunger. Her bones will turn to dust and blow away on the breath of the wind. Her family will forget her as they move on. She will scream, Remember me!! Remember me! But nobody will hear her lifeless body screaming as its destroyed by the hungry worms. The worms!! The worms! she cries to the world up above.

Her cries go unheeded as the fire ants burn her arms and legs, and the hungry worms devour her body in pure ecstasy. I can see her now on the other side. shes watching her body be ravaged by the pests of the forest.

She cries out to her family, Save me!! Save me! Save me from the worms! Her loved ones cannot hear her, because they, too, have fallen fate to the hungry worms.

They all cry to me as I fill up an open grave with soil. I cover the pit to the tip with soil and gravel. I can almost hear the worms beginning to weave their way into the coffin. The thoughts of my subconscious are deafened by their cries, REMEMBER ME!! Remember me!! Remember me! Remember me. Remem ber..me.