yes, a mix of sun and blood
dripping from the sky into her eyes as she said her goodbyes
to her favourite song, her favourite dog and books.
she was that kind of daughter, the kind you'd love to see burning in a fire,
wearing nothing but a smile through her entire body,
veins popping open,
my hands around her neck.
and this sunday she saw the sky, a mix of sun and her own blood,
she thought to herself, "finally,
i can feel the weight of my own damned body.
and finally, my feet are higher than any single clump of beautiful cloud."
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