This is
This is what death smells like/
loss, and an ever widening silence/
a machine that shuts down/
a hand not held/
an almost empty cup of coffee
The words you bead together/
falter/
then suddenly fall to the floor/
off a broken string/
under/
the blank stares from co-workers
posted by Fawn @ 6:18 AM
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