April 7, 2009
By flattery19 BRONZE, Santa Barbara, California
flattery19 BRONZE, Santa Barbara, California
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The sharp trident of mourning, reflecting in the

punctures your spine as it pushes you along;
blood like silent rivers
running down your back while you cook your breakfast:
slightly burnt toast that makes you sob;

Her death is a carbon blade to your neck today,
and tomorrow,
and, gleaming like a dentist’s smile,
it draws a line of blood, a marking in red
that shows the world where you’re breaking.

Your hands are writhing behind you,
tied up with angry, fraying rope
that abrades your wrists
as you try violently to brush your teeth.

The author's comments:
What inspired me to write this poem was the death of one of my sister's close friends. I hope readers read this and recognize how hard it is for people to go on with their normal life when someone they love dies.

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