Hot Pink Lipstick (revised)

I originally posted this on my hubpage. It was published in that form in e fiction magazine. I was never happy with it. Here's the revision. I think it's much, much better, but what do you think?

Hot Pink Lipstick

It was the first dead body I’d seen,

waxy

soulless.

Hot pink lipstick:

I laughed at the choice.

Painted cheeks, rosy

like those of a doll.

Hands that had held mine

stroked my hair,

prepared my dinner,

now stiff,

folded

angelic, no longer capable

of love or embrace.

My grandmother

in a box lined with silk,

optimum comfort for the dead,

lips closed, unsmiling

blue eyes hiding behind shaded lids.

Red hair that had been dyed the day of her death,

her final living act, unknown.