Her body on the bathroom’s floor

I saw her dead in the bathroom

Saw her body, her legs under the door

But never saw her face

She was just there, on the floor

It was our little secret

I was looking in the mirror, while you were there

Lying on the floor, your pretty dress and shoes, your purse

Could have been uglier, could have been worse

It was a normal life

Her corpse near me, on the bathroom floor

Know I should call 911

But what to say? How to explain?

‘’Hello kind sir, I see her

She’s dead for days now, but I never told anyone

A normal life, it was just me and her

Could I go in prison?

I can keep secrets

I kept this one, upon her death

Just me and her

A normal life’’

But I can feel somewhere inside

This is not right

Just go upstairs and you’ll see

You could tell me if she’s me

One day or another, though it can be long

Dead bodies end up being found.

Marie T., 5 avril 2017

Based on a dream.