Dead Images Rang Twice for me. The first time I saw a dead body was my lover Scott laying on a table in the hospice with cotton pads over his eyes. The serenity helped me process. The silent stillness comforted me. As though I was in a sacred space. No longer part of this world. Alone with the man I had loved for fifteen years and  had done me wrong But the second time, was seeing someone’s mother. I don’t even remember why I saw her dead lifeless form. Frozen in time. Mouth open. . Later that evening, I woke up vomiting. Unfortunately this prompt in my Writing For Publication Class has brought back this nightmare. I’ll need to drink some amnesia fluid during the break. Dead images be banished!