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Champagne Sheets by Stewart Stafford
The little girl who swam with sharks,
Receiver clutched in her dead hand,
A naked, lonely death in a sterile room,
Pill bottles silent witnesses to her end.
Did she jump, or did others push her?
Tabloid gossip for the masses to echo,
Livid without make-up in the mortuary,
Stripped of her last vestiges of privacy.
Her disturbed mother was never there,
She had no siblings or a nurturing father,
True love and children evaded her grasp,
A fragile shell, now a luminary immortal.
© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.
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