The Grip

She looked at him

His skin was pale

Eyes were closed

No expression on his face

All these did not 

Lessen his handsomeness

She started to remove his garments

Surveyed his body

Well-built

So young

She sighed 

All of a sudden

She felt the cold grip 

Of his hand on her arm

Startled 

She almost screamed

But she did not lose her composure  

Gently she unlocked his fingers

She thought about supernatural forces

But with her medical profession 

She chose to believe

It was a spontaneous reflex

Triggered by the static she received

From touching his body

While his nerves were still excitable

Although he was officially 

Pronounced dead

By Shih-Fang Wang

From: United States