'Brittany Murphy' by Amber Tamblyn.
From Amber Tamblyns book of poems, 'Dark Sparkler', inspired by women who passed away in sometimes tragic circumstances.
Her Brittany poem pulls no punches. Its sad, honest but beautiful.
Her body dies like a spider's.
In the shower,
the blooming flower
seeds a cemetery.
A pill lodges in the inner pocket of her flesh coat.
Her breasts were the gifts of ghosts.
Dark tarps of success.
Her mouth dribbles
onto the bathroom floor.
Pollock blood.
The body is lifted from the red carpet,
put in a black bag,
taken to the Mothers screams
for identification.
The Country says good things
about the body.
They print the best photos;
the least bones, the most peach.
Candles are lit in the glint
of every glam. Every magazibe stand
does the Southern belle curtsy
in her post-box-office-bomb honor.
The autopsy finds an easy answer.
They say good things about the body.
How bold her eyes were, bigger than Hepburn's.
The way way she could turn into her camera close-up
like life depended on her.
Amber Tamblyn 2014