That first brush with death
shook loose her confident grasp
of all she held dear.
Mortality
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That first brush with death
shook loose her confident grasp
of all she held dear.
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Respects
They hadn’t spoken
in a year, but she came home
to wish him goodbye.
Mike’s death
Liked by all, no one
knows why he veered off the road
toward eternity.
Stocking shelves
She spent the day in
aisle 6, cold flu remedies,
wellness boxed, bottled.
Selling out
Buying a domain
name to monetize content.
The new bourgeoisie.
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