Comma

When I was younger, I would constantly proofread my suicide letter. 
God forbid the last thing I be remembered by be an incorrectly used comma. 
These days, I write poetry that merely dance around the subject. 
It's worrisome to others, but I personally prefer this art to perfecting a last goodbye.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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