March 3, 2013
When Stray Bullets Find their Way Home
If there would even be a wake, that is. Let the comforters comfort the mourners, though it would be nonsense. Mourners mourn by decision. Comforters comfort for deception's sake. A mind trick. For they all know that no words or promise could calm the oppressed-by-choice heart, if there would even be a single heart, that is. Let those faraway creatures stay where they are and not spend a single cent. Just to peek in and see through the transparent barrier how she looks like now that she's lifeless. If she even experienced having a life, that is.
Posted by Beverly at 12:05 PM
Category: Scathered Thoughts
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