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
Collapsed
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
Vengeance
Was due
The corners
Of her bow shaped lips
Twitched
Into a feral grin
Tonight
She will celebrate
With her old friends
Tonic and Gin
He's dead
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