On a Thursday morning, like any other, they realized she was no longer breathing.
When she woke-up dead they poked and prodded. Aloud, they fretted—insisting she had no more dreams. Time would gather-up everything that could have been.
They attempted to delve into her psyche, made accusations – each wrong, and from her tried to steal all secrets. Three remained anonymous in the room—one screaming for answers!
Those least close to her insisted they understood most. I remember when we… And she… Oh, pity!
A man in the corner of the room faced the wall like a prison, free of restraint. He gulped on his tears, and the acid coming-up pungently from his stomach. Her shadow draped-over him warm like blood and tangy like guilt.
Separately, a thorn forever in her side wickedly counted cash in his head, already pawned personal items thriving on the attention he’d receive for his loss. Poor Sir with his stocks and bonds.
Don’t touch my photographs! My words… my words… What you don’t know is a lot! In my Will I bequest… There is only one. Shut-up, goddamn it, with this stupidity!
The picture of God on the wall shook his head, “Not yet, my dear.” But you’ve become like a brother? God kissed her right ear with a whisper—you know, goodbye.
Her heart merely broken, momentarily-reflecting in the space between, not stopped like a nail at the end of a wood-plank. It was a willing dream no cardiac arrest. A sad cry from it all couldn’t escape if it tried.
A gaping breath filled the room! The yellow paint on the wall came alive like the mid-morning sun. All the dreariness like politics was a lie.
Percolated-coffee and old-fashioned oats scented the air with business as usual.
The one closest held her warm white-flesh, tingling alive like orgasm, and cried: “I’ll lay-out your clothes,” pink spring! We can be happy again.
With no voice to be understood, she secretly wished to be free from it all, like the end-of-season’s daisies, holding-on for dear life to their pretty once-blooming smiles.
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