News Flash ~ Thursday, February 26, 2026

Forget-me-nots on the ears of a mouse
lift up to hear a woman in death throes
at the end of her rope as she commits
suicide by hanging in her own house
hold her lightly as she gave up the ghost

Lift up her corpse in a box, so it goes
anger, denial, stages, read the obits
death notices, bargaining, depression
yet, acceptance rarely comes to play host

Elective affinities, reactions
lift up spirits, glasses raised in a toast
exit this world, beautiful distractions
commit this life to cooking a pot roast
tough to remember, my first impression

Concentrate on sitting meditation
on breathing, she took away from herself
maybe this life is a game of marbles
maybe this life is rigged, dedication
insists on discipline, daily routine
tragedy and trauma, on the bookshelf
silent, quiet as a mouse, sound garbles

Silence devours the impermanent soul
understanding nothing, offer my spleen
indifferent to consequences or pain
cover her body with a shroud and pray
ignorant of the truth, nothing to gain
decisions must be made, life in the gray
energy is conserved, a lump of coal

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