Her laughter raped her sadness
Like Hitler murdered traces of his kindness
In formal tones, they
murmured in pitying humor
How too happy she was for normal
like equal scales ever measured one man’s pleasure over
another’s
In the ecstasy vase she drank tequilas faking highs
Drowning ghosts of waking hearts torn apart
Still Needing warmth
She pretended to float
afloat
Light as a feather
In mellow weathers
Of yellow suns
Having fun
Waving her last
Goodbyes
To gloomy
Skies
Buried in her past
Till their
Whispers meant nothing
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