Death Scenes

Bleeding through boundaries as I clawed through
Every god-damned brutality to go with you
I’m alive with paradoxical morbidity
Having held you all in terminal lucidity

But you over there,
You took a bullet in your despair
Unable to slay the dragon
Had you without hope, I imagine

Dad, when you left for business
One of the bags that returned had you in it
Never got to say goodbye
Two hearts, not one, burst that night.

 

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