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The Shape of Her Dying

I felt sorrow as she fell hard on the rocks.
Most animals are awkward  
in death and humans more so.
The shape of her dying felt
unrehearsed and foreign to me.  
 
The finality of her was  
beautiful in its naked stillness,  
an Irish vessel suddenly  
emptied of its poetry.
Written by LostViking (Lost Viking)
Published | Edited 7th Feb 2023
Author's Note
Thinking again about my lover who fell to her death.
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