Saturday

Burden Of Substance

The world is emptied of two
Neglect chose their early leave

One in search of ease,

cooked a black tar for her veins

Poisonous soup

Did she know she would drown?

More poison than blood lured her from here



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One in search of virgin strength,
left the early cure alone

Her lungs grew tight with pneumatic promise
The closing had begun

no recourse

no remedy

Did she know she would drown?

The breath that had carried her, swiftly took her

It was not the same porous air consistent to life

Now we remain, minus two

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