Aseptic death,
Like glass,
Bloody cold,
Indecent in her blind
And superficial
Grief-inducing fear.
I could not cry
Through his wake,
I felt however reassured
That he’d come a long way
To finally kiss me
Goodbye.
The big frameless window
Separating us.
Aseptic.
Death as a business,
Like glass,
Bloody cold.
The stake is ready,
To purify your soul.
Please knock down
The senseless divide.
I want to hug you
One final time.
Aseptic death,
Like glass,
Bloody cold,
Indecent in her blind
And superficial
Grief-inducing fear.
Like glass.
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