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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