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The Black Guide

Skin and veins like thin glass
Her flesh a melting flat mass
Vicious moments now stealing
Her fight for breath cut feeling

Terse assisted suicide
The help leads as a black guide
She wasn't ready but they were
She fought, they suppressed her stir

"It's okay grandma, you can go..."
Her resistance showing a harsh woe
The end is here but she's not gone
She cries as the finish goes on

A Grotesque, putrid finalé
A bizarre altered reality
She'll be forgotten in 100 years
Time omitting us but nears

She passed and life continues
Now I have a list of issues
Cause what does it mean to grieve?
How does suffering relieve?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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