Belle Cedergreen

I can only imagine what her body looked like

I can only imagine what her body looked like. Her eardrums blown out, bleeding across the floor. Her head embedded into the train tracks and her limbs skewed about. And now, she laying across the room in a box too big for her. It’s an open coffin, and her mother won’t step away from it as visitors talk to her and say their last goodbye’s to her. Tears are filling the room, it almost feels like it’s flooding.