Over the place where she had been buried
as per her request, they’d placed a marble statue
of her former self in a restful sleep
her hands placed gently across her chest.
And, also, as per her request,
several rose bushes had been trained
to envelope the marble curves of her body
in long prickly vines
that blossomed each spring.
It was rumored by most that some day
her lost love would arrive
and with a kiss
wake the statue into flesh
as it secretly had been infused
with her soul.
by matt at shadow of iris