light vanilla waft,
faded beneath the clouds.
“how unfortunate”
they murmur
as fireflies embrace the wind.
“so young”
someone would cry.
but they never even knew
who she really was.
they never memorized
the lines of her warm smile
hidden away.
they never recognized
the tapping
of her calloused toes.
as masses of black
would sob speeches,
knuckles turn as pale as her skin.
rip my stomach into pieces.
and as i slouch
toward the casket,
i see her luminous eyes
closed,
as if she was sleeping.
her angular cheeks,
more white than ever.
but when i see
the ridiculous simulation,
of some sick sweetheart
my strangled heart
clenches its fists.
worn teeth grind against each other
as a demoralized heart
then tries to remember her
for one last time,
before the bell tolls,
before the petals fall.
Daisy
pleas of sorrow,
and dramatic claims
rip my stomach into pieces.
and as i slouch
toward the casket,
i see her luminous eyes
closed,
as if she was sleeping.
her angular cheeks,
more white than ever.
but when i see
the ridiculous simulation,
of some sick sweetheart
my strangled heart
clenches its fists.
worn teeth grind against each other
as a demoralized heart
then tries to remember her
for one last time,
before the bell tolls,
before the petals fall.
-EJIN J.
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