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!
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