Love in Death

As they lay the coffen
Into the ground,
I think.
Your soft hair,
Soaked
with rotting fluid.
The closed eyes,
Eaten by worms.
Your rose petal lips,
Crack and decay.
Thin pale skin,
Opens to insects
to feast.
You were my love,
Now look.
They tore us apart,
And made you
a lovely
Dead
Bride.