no longer in black, but
pink
and frilly white,
is done mourning. she's mourned
for most
of
her life
the choices she made.
stuck
in the sadness
of love
soured. decades of biting
her tongue,
being silent.
but game over.
now it's her turn to take
a swing
at the night. stepping
out
with lipstick on, heels.
dressed
to but nines. may he rest in peace,
but
it's way over due
to live,
to have fun.
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