The Beautiful Virgins

May 21, 2011
She had become obsessed with the beautiful death she would face,
If only she could taste
How bitter that death would be.
Her legacy of tragic,
Dramatic, climatic
Hugged coldly in chemical ropes and bullets
Laid breathing in a velvet coffin.
She could not soften that heart she had turned to stone
The limbs of those who had loved her, but not been loved back,
Wrapped around her body.
Forgave her yet still felt the lack.
Her sewn wounds still bleeding,
Her temperature receding.
Dying while fully believing that death would bring her to life.

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