Do the dead still age?
In this case, yes
Revealed by the door frame stands someone who’s died
But still aged
Hair is stubbled around his chin, litter like grass around a grave stone
Large turtle neck, even larger jacket
Presented just as flowers surrounding a grave stone
Frozen in place Miles is brought back to that day
Everything moves as slow as he did that day
Everything moves as fast as the bullet that day
“Hey, you took your braids out?”
The question is lost just as Miles is
“Yeah?”
The question is answered by another
The movements get slower
Miles’ mind gets faster
The hand of a dead person is presented
The hand that grabs it never wants to let go
Just like feet to the ground, their bodies collide
Death seems to love tearing people apart, or maybe that’s just the dead people
Miles uncle would never pull away first