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Those Pictures

An aging beauty queen’s frigid smile
Coy, stupid smirk
The superficial, terrorized look
Of an animal just before
The car careens into its impotent, lazy head.

That’s the face in those pictures.  

We will all be there someday
Make no mistake
With our heads bowed    
We’ll grasp, without acknowledgement,
Our reaper’s hand.
No sense in flirting
With the reaper,
He will cleave you in half
Before sending you to hell
Or wherever you’re going.  

The cat sits outside my bedroom door
Pawing to be let in
Not caring, like cats do,
Of the crisis tensing the molecules
Thickening the air in this room.  
I fucking hate
Surrender.  
But beauty withers
Always replaced…by something bigger
And better and more alive
Before it dies  
Again..and again.  
Written by Virginiapetal
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