Tragical

His lover died
upon a cold, stone tomb floor,
poison on her lips.

How could this happen?
Shakespear miss-translated an
old Italian tale.

A fairy tale commits suicide.
Alternative versions collide,

sad endings multiply,
for those that watch
their own days play out,

and wonder.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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