You were a walking nightmare
hollow skin a magnificent shell,
blonde hair ablaze, all
beauty and fury and there was
nothing, nothing we could do
to save you
That is not to say
we did not try, oh sister –
you were plied with love,
slathered with hope, but
darkness was a veil that none
but you could see
I can still hear you laugh,
see your eyes widen, joy above anguish
for a moment, denying the
finality of lead projectiles,
your last gorgeous
letters left for ash

by Melissa Kro.

for DF, lost to suicide 13 years ago

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