Edit 1: She is not my grandmother

[rose]

She is not my grandmother





Painted face, alien face, eyes closed.

A sickly sweet perfume traps me.





Her lips dyed red

to match my blood.

I see my blurred face

staring in the coffin side.





Lips flat, no loving smiling,

she is not my grandmother.

Roses bloom, yet eyes stay closed.


Original:

Roses: She is not my grandmother

Painted face, eyes closed, lying still.
The scent of roses fills the air,
roses that lie heaped upon the coffin.


Her lips dyed red
to match the roses.
Powdered face froze,
waiting to smell the floral scent.


Painted face, alien face,
she is not my grandmother.
Lips flat, she is not smiling,
she is not my grandmother.
Roses bloom, yet eyes stay closed.
The floral scent fills the room.