The death of the psyche
- a terrible loss.
They hold in pain at such great cost.
The estimated payments
on the life insurance policies
are dancing dizzily upon their graves.
Loss of life, blood on the floor.
Slitting wrists in order to be free,
believing that it was their destiny.
A heritage, passed on in time.
Weep with shuttered eyes made blind
by rote hypocrisy...
? Michaelette ?
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