She spoke of death as a stranger,
not as the familiar of some,
not knowing it as the void
I know it to be.

Eradicated of color
With hues of black and gray
draining as water from an unplugged sink,
flushed free from prison.

A yellow daisy,
pinned to a colorless dress
and laid in a casket,
with black sheet satin.

Fornicated by its color,
it must be consumed by nothing
blotting it out and defeating it
to a void of its own.

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