Her face shines through the crowd
Like a beacon of sorrow
Her lips are as red as a rose
She's dressed in her Sunday's best
She is livelier than the rest
She bears a masquerade of peace
He moves to her side
His eyes focused on her face
He wears a look of nervousness as if they just met
His hands are clenched into a fist
His eyes casting a stream down his face
He is appalled that he ever let her fall
A woman watches with anger
Her eyes burning a hole in her sister's corpse "Why did she leave me and why can't I cry"
She is disgusted with herself but doesn't understand why
"She was always the smart one,"
"The Pretty one,"
A mother buries her baby
She has the most horrid task that a parent can have
The task of burying ones child can kill the strongest
A Woman sits in a chair and stops,
She stops being a mom,
And starts to down the pills.
He moves from her side
His eyes focused on nothing
He bears a look of death as if he himself had died
His arms lay limp as lifeless as can be
Tears cut streams into his face
He is appalled that it took him this long to fall
