Bad Omen

humans are strange

they dress up graves

and coffins

just like they do brides

They won't care

unless your death can fill

their gossip inboxes

the one who might write

lofty obituaries

shall do so

to keep the superhero tag

of compassion 

for the doomed you

you will be alone

dying

drop by drop

or falling

floor by floor

images flashing by

faster than the speed of light

the little girl leaning on her father

the young teenager's first kiss

the woman in love

giving up her world for it

the mother who survived

the child who didn't

the wife hiding the scars

behind the makeup

the brave woman

who didn't let her hand

or her voice shake

even when her soul 

was falling apart

all of you

she loved

she had only soul to give

and a body

but you wanted more

so she let you go

to find your more

and let you push the dagger

deeper and deeper

into her heart

smiling

The mirror had cracked that morning

the hairdresser warned the bride

it was a bad omen!