After long long long three days
the reports arrived
cause of deaths? Unknown.
Body? body was clean, showing no scars of violence
Hands? hands were clean too, showing no evidence of struggle.
Nails? They were trimmed neatly.
Mouth? It showed no resistance.
Throat?
The Pathologist examines the throat first.
There. Yes right there in the throat.
Right there he saw bruised walls that swallowed bread, breath, and blames
but only one was allowed to return.
Apologies.
The sound of apologies was allowed to hear.
The pathologist found nineteen apologies that had never belonged to this soulless flesh.
One for not listening to the voice that said, this never belongs to you,
Two for the tongue,
For keep repeating conversation that never happened
Four for the eyes,
For keep dripping the soul of love and kindness,
Drop by drop,
turning them into stone
Three for the body,
For keep shrinking it
Making it small to fit into a love which was never for the deceased
Five for staying,
For not leaving sooner
And for being a Human
The remaining four were old
Too much Old
Faded, fragile, old
Almost unidentifiable
The apologies had been eaten so early
Early enough to mistaken them a language,
A language of body.
The pathologist examines the chest next
Inside the chest, the heart seemed normal
Until he noticed some scars on the walls of heart,
Scars of ripping a No,
Crushing and burying so deep,
Letting the roots of Yes grow
Scars of burying screams alive
Scars of apologizing for a wound
Never made by deceased
Scars of always being the one who understands
Scars of swallowing tears and stitching a smile
Scars of folding feelings so small until it fit into a space given by others
Scars of breaking bones one by one
To fit into their arms
Lungs.
Pathologist examines lungs next
He found some fingerprint there,
Fingerprints of holding the body of breath
saying "not now"
Until it stopped moving
As lungs knew even before the tongue
Lungs became the graveyard
Graveyard for arguments, No, Sigh
Letting them die Quietly.
Lungs inhaled only injuries
And exhaled back apologies, wounded "I am sorry"
Stomach.
the stomach was completely empty yet full of obligation.
The deceased digested every
"eat this"
"don't complain"
"It's fine"
The stomach held every disappointment
Called it "fullness and love"
In the stomach
Pathologist found pride partially digested,
Seven undigested insults,
Anger unchewed,
Leftover love,
obedience swallowed completely,
Apologies rewarmed so many times until it started losing its original taste,
and one bite of something
Maybe it was tasted like being wanted?
The pathologist wasn't sure about it.
A photograph was attached at the top of the file,
The deceased was smiling,
Standing with someone, once called them home
Right at the bottom of the file,
Something was written
"I was good, really good"
A sigh escaped a pathologist's lips
He read it thrice.
Then he changed the reports
Cause of death?
He look at the body again then back at the file and wrote
Cause of death: "Yes, yes I love you"
