We mourn...
It is hard to consider ‘life as usual’ when there is so much death around us.
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She waits patiently,
never rushing, never hurrying,
never asking either. She picks—
not favourites, not at random—
she just picks from a list Fate gave her
and takes them.
They go with her,
sometimes fighting, sometimes willingly
but always they go,
to a better place,
to an unknown
place.
And those who are left behind?
They mourn.
Originally published in A Suspicious Collection (2014: CreateThinkDo, London)
