Thursday, December 10, 2015

The News

The dark
Seductively called her name
She welcomed its comfort
With opened arms

He's dead

In the cold
Dank blackness
Of her mind
The news
Like a heavy stone
Spiraling down
Into grey gloppy matter
Leaving both
The sensations
Of devastation
And elation

She huddled
Fetal position
Face buried amid
Elbows and knees

Hands spotless
She was pleased

Wild eyes
Staring through
Inky skies
Sparkled with
Starry hope

She didn't have
To tie the rope

Between them
The dropped shoe
They both knew
Was due

The corners
Of her bow shaped lips
Into a feral grin

She will celebrate
With her old friends
Tonic and Gin

He's dead

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