HOLLY DAY : Descent
MICHAELA A. GABRIEL : [red right hand]
WENDY L. HAMMOND
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HOLLY DAY
Descent
she knew it would only hurt for a moment but the concept of dying for something so very important would make any amount of pain worth it. in her dreams, she imagined the statues her countrymen would build in honor of her sacrifice, could imagine the proud tears that would be shed in her memory, these people she had helped set free. their imagined gratitude burned like fire, often woke her up, anxious to get it all over with. the day of, her last day strange men showed up at her door, strapped bombs to her body, and later, without even a thank you, pushed her out of a plane.
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a deformed churchbell rings suddenly, rings once, startling red spotlights into staccato dance. he turns into a sinister duke, coal-black hair, his face a stage for eerie light-and-shadow play. all the monstrous, grim-faced demons inside us wake up, gather in curtain folds, red hands clasped. every word he sings is true, murder stories at bedtime. i've never seen blue lights bleeding before.
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If you must mourn When i go Gather in a room full of lilacs Tell them to wear blue jeans And t-shirts, - not black Bring poetry And music So my ashes can dance Don't put me in a box No lids nor deep holes Think of me feather like Weightless and free Unfolded, empowered - Solidity Don't surround Me with creaky chairs Or tears No fancy eulogies About my living years No tombstones, no graveyards Processions Or long cars Just a room full of lilacs And a sky full of stars To remind them - Breathe
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HOLLY DAY : Descent
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WENDY L. HAMMOND : Last

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