slumped on my chest
the body of the girl
not quite so limp
as the weight of her pet
still almost warm
*
no less permanent
this death of a body
so small
*
the dull weight of sorrow,
wishing it would come soon
to replace this burn
September 14, 2016 by Rosemerry
slumped on my chest
the body of the girl
not quite so limp
as the weight of her pet
still almost warm
*
no less permanent
this death of a body
so small
*
the dull weight of sorrow,
wishing it would come soon
to replace this burn
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Sorry to hear, the passing of a pet is so hard on the young, still harder on the older.