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she mourns her misfortune
with the requisite humor
of a whore or mortician,
one who sees life
and death as they are:
the tortured orgasm,
the pale sunken eye.

memories of misery
comfort her now,
a blanket of anguish
pulled over her head
until her voice echoes,
decays and fades
in an exquisite,
iniquitous void.