Grief

Penstrokes

Gently grazing the surface

Like fingertips trailing

the collarbone

in a moment of desperation

of fear

of double jeopardy and triple word score

the guitar strings pull

and the hands don't know what to do with themselves

you'll never be happy again

and the flute summons you to your departure gate

You hesitate.

A voice sings and shadows flicker

When the tears fell you were lost to the world

And now you can't even find yourself.

Citronella candles glow.

The demons dance triumphantly in the night

And you are visited by someone that

Knew your eyecolour better than you.

Wax drips.

Rain drops.

Footsteps patter.

Like fingertips trailing the collarbone

And she is gone.

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R.I.P. Denise