( From the Death is Just a Number Series)
The family fell apart.
My fault
they insist.
Final straw and whatnot.
Bullshit I say.
Nothing last forever,
even their stupid and petty hate.
I find funerals have
a funny way of
bringing people together.
You can tell me everything
you
wish you could say then.
In that silence
you can imagine whatever bullshit
you want.
but
even
6 feet of dirt
pine box
and
a terrible case of dead
You'll hear a bird singing beautifully-
It will be me
singing
"Fuck You!"
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