

Small DeathsSuch a small death, really - it hardly seemed worth the price of a coffin or the sorry white gardenias weeping brown in the vase by the door. A handful of mourners their thin black suits drooping in the heat tried to stay awake, gloves crushing the hymnals that wilted in the pews while wax candles shrunk yellow, swallowing flies.Small Deaths
Did you know she had no children a neighbor yawned, rubbing her belly swollen like a summer tick just ready to burst the afternoon. The preacher chewed his sermon like a cud dreaming of turning water int
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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so many colors
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so many colors
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so many colors
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