Epilogue.

You are a fleeting thought

And a passing comment

A closed wound and

A finished chapter

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You live your life like

Fireworks too close to the ground

You release toxins, call it ‘beauty’

You cause flames and burns but

Refuse to look your victims in the eye

Refuse to acknowledge the

Collateral damage

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I used to lie bleeding

In your wake

Now I look over my own shoulder

Make lists of every risk

Hellbent on leaving safety behind

Not corpses (like you do)

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I do not miss you

Or envy you

Or even hate you

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All I can say is

I am glad I’m not you

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The Finale:

The Sister Poem: