by Margy
(Las Vegas, NV)

Death of a loved one knows no manners and cares not whether you are prepared for arrival. Makes no announcement, requires no invitation. Just drops in where, when and how it pleases. Staring you in the eye with calloused defiance; daring you to reverse its presence as though you could; taking up permanent residence minus a back door. Throwing you into a dimension where gravity ceases momentarily into infinity. You stumble forward in complete darkness never wanting to say goodbye.

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