A Mummy

Keep the dead hidden.

Out of sight, behind wrappings—

Never show that face.

It’s as if I am dead. Not only entombed but mummified. My inanimate spirit hidden from sight. But Ancient Egyptians mummified their dead because they believed that a body was a home for a soul and that a destroyed body’s spirit might become lost on their way to the afterlife. So… this is protection? A way to ensure my future happiness and prosperity? No, I’m not from Ancient Egypt. I don’t believe in an afterlife in the same manner as them, where after death they can live once again in the fields of A'aru. For me, it’s just a place to hide. A place in which I can watch those invigorated with life dance gleefully above me, blissfully unaware of my presence beneath them, while my body maintains a perpetual null state, a result of the embalming of my flesh and these old linen sheets, lifeless for eternity. Yes, I just stole their practice for a different end. That’s all it is. If our ends differ, then any similarities among our means do not matter. Maybe?