her, as she lay dying,
the room darkened, the beeps
and blinks of machines
keeping her alive.
they texted
and read magazines,
they talked
about her life,.
telling tales out of school,
remember the time she did
this, or that. oh my.
she did get around, didn't she.
the drinking the smoking.
money trouble. three husbands.
remember when she dyed her
hair blue, pffft, what a nut,
pretty much a life of lies,
and then suddenly she sat up
and threw her cup of green jello
across the room,
hey, hey she said, i can
still hear you people, i'm
not dead yet. i'm still alive.
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