Dead

Am I dead?

I truly don't know.

I don't feel alive,

Anymore.

Am I dead?

Who should know?

My benevolent husband,

Or his whole household?

When they burned,

My whole bedroom

Sprinkled petrol

On the face

And the body, whole?

For they were angry,

I didn't pay enough tocher.

To feed their greedy souls.

Or bring any gift or

Golden bowls.

Am I dead?

When those alphas

Raped my soul.

Bit my flesh,

And kicked me whole.

Am I dead?

When the first spark

Touched my feet,

Then it started kissing,

Me whole.

I screamed and wept,

For some help.

But third degree

Was their aim.

It burned

And baked.

And stung my soul

I lost my conscious

And went for a stroll.

Am I dead?

For I can't see

I can't walk,

And

I can't feel.

Maybe,

That's what

Being dead,

Really means.