There’s blurs and flashes
Like quick clips of a movie

There’s muffled shouts and cries
Like using a pillow to cover it up

There’s dimmed color
Like all the life has drained

There’s no emotion
Like being numb in the cold

Then it all goes black

She lies on her bed
Stretched in dark beauty

The tears well, ready to flow
The quiet whimpers of a pup

She doesn’t want them to know
Know that she is pained

The thinking is too much but there’s no forgetting
And so she does not want to grow old

Then her eyes roll back

Domenica Dillon

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