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 Spent a lifetime teetering between
 drowning and dehydration, clinging
 desperately to keep from being 
 swept away while starving for what was 
 yet to be; then just before blooming,
 of realizing my potential, 
 without even an object lesson
 in all that birds and bees and hearts stuff,
 cut off like some freaking chicken head.

 Hope bitch fate cuts herself on those blood
 rusted scissors, gets tetanus, dies in 
 lonely, agonizing, writhing silence.
 Well, I can dream, if nothing else while
 washed and wrapped in dainty formal green, 
 surrounded by wreaths of baby's breath
 I sure the hell wouldn't have chosen 
 anymore than this thin and pretty
 useless white box in which I've been laid.

 Oh, please, can the tears, you soppy twit,
 and tell the jerk there beside you he
 can shove those inarticulate grunts
 of ersatz sentiment where the sun
 doesn't shine.  Neither of you ever
 knew me, I'm no more than your prop for
 mutual ego masturbation; 
 an empty pre-coital ritual.

 Let me wither in peace, okay?  No
 more poems, no more exclamations
 of undying love, no more wistful
 smiles; and while you're doing the dirty
 ignore me as by soft music and
 flickering candlelight, I decay.
 Forget me, by all means, my beauty 
 and remember not my thorns, I pray,
 when comes the time to throw me away.

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