Dying slowly at Grandma’s house

Dying slowly at Grandmas house:

Gloom heavy Sunday

the sun hides his eyes

behind grey faded curtains

while close bitten fingernails

chase monochrome sighs

down doom laden windowpanes

unimaginable salads

pink salmon second best

sliced thin mediocrity

tinned fruit served up

as a trifling test

of endurance

wallpaper scrolls

how droll, prying loose

innocence personified

peels away flowery

black ancient exhibits

weighing heavily on

sad mildewed lives

draughty confessional

morgue chilly parlour

best room for wakes

cooled to perfection

measurements taken

at your convenience

die now it’s cheaper

why wait?