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The Suicide Stare
Look at her shoes, look at her hair
Look at her clothes, not that one, her right there….
They talk and talk not knowing the truth, but
Did even think to ask how she even got those shoes?
She's dancing with a ghost
Alone save for a single spirit
And even that one soul is long dead
Wandering, a dead soul, long since lost
My heart shattered into a million pieces
and the wind blew the remnants across the sky,
So that they may shine like bright stars
among the Heavens at night,
It began with a wisp of hair
Curling above the edge of the wood,
The curve of a button nose--
Unexpected.
You wore purple
And maybe you were due
To be beautiful,
But dead is dead.
