Professional Mourning

Diamonds and mascara trimmed with black lace,

Tears leave their glass trace,

Scarlet nails rip dreams apart,

Turning mourning into a fine art,

Wedding rings, jewel-rocks in melted metal,

Roses, misery dying every petal,

To its own bloody, darkened shade,

A coffin filled, a fortune made.

The End

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