they walked away.
No tears were shed upon her grave.
Secrets kept in death as in their lives.
Sinewy, the hatred must be
bled from all their veins.
There, within the ghost of her remains.
A rictus of a smile upon her face.
Long lost, the everlasting dance
of grace once so alive within her eyes.
They couldn't memorize that energy.
Now late at night, they cannot sleep,
but silently, they dream
of her again...
? Michaelette ?
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