Death is a continuum

Death is not
Loss of light
It is a continuum
She scolded
Herself
Emphatically
intoning
Repetitiously
How else
To fill
A sickening
Hollow agape
Inside
Marinating in a mood
color of damp squid
And rain, she raised
A defiant
fist at the skies
Vowing to survive
In flashy
Thrives
Eschewing blah
Courting
Life

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